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"These  are  they  which  came  out  of  great  tribulation,  and 
have  washed  their  robes,  and  made  them  white  in  ttie  blood 
t»f  the  Lamb." — Rev.  vii.  14. 


NEW  YORK: 

ROBERT  CARTER  &  BROTHERS, 
No.  530  BROADWAY. 

1859. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1S58,  by 

ROBERT  CARTER  &  BROTHERS. 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Southern  Distrct  of 

New  York. 


STEREOTYPED    BT  fRlKTED  BY 

T.  B.  Smith  &  Son,  15 .  O.   Jenkins, 

82  &  S4  Beekman-st.,  N.  Y.  U  Fninkfort  St 


'11  KT  TC  E 


This  is  simply  a  book  of  hymns  for  private  use.  They 
are  chosen  from  many  sources ;  are  of  many  countries ; 
and  ^ere  written,  some  of  them,  centuries  ago.  Perhaps 
I  cannot  better  tell  what  the  book  really  is,  than  by  a 
title  which  I  once  thought  of  giving  it — Hymns  of  and 
for  the  Church  Militant.  The  pages  will,  I  think,  prove 
such  description  true.  They  are  not  fuller  of  trial  than 
of  consolation. 

I  wished  to  bring  together  all  tlie  really  fine  hymns, 
and  none  others ;  but  I  found  that  I  must  admit  a  little 
class  of  general  favourites,  so  long  known  and  loved  that 
they  are  beyond  criticism — like  the  faces  of  old  friends. 

Of  many  a  hymn  I  wish  I  could  know  the  history — so 
sure  do  I  feel  that  some  special  circumstances  called  it 
forth ;  and  every  hint  that  I  have  found  makes  me  wish 
to  know  more.  Thus  the  hymn  on  page  218,  was  found 
treasured  up  in  a  chest  in  some  poor  cottage  in  England, 
— that  on  page  615  is  a  French  hymn,  written  ia  Paris 
during  the  cholera  summer  of  1832 ;  and  who  can  read 
"The  Battle  Song  of  Gustavus  Adolphus,"  (p.  253)  and 
not  feel  stirred  to  know  that  it  was  sung  by  his  army  be- 
fore every  battle  ?  AVhQe  many  another  is  the  war-cry 
of  unknown  combatants,  i  unseen  strife.  The  old  leaf 
whereon  I  found  "  The  Saviour's  Merit,"  (p.  351,)  was  so 
worn  through  with  use,  though  the  rest  of  the  book  was 


iv  Preface. 

perfect,  that  some  few  words  had  to  be  supplied.  To  me, 
the  hymns  have  been  Uke  a  vision  of  the  "  great  cloud  of 
witnesses." 

It  is  perl  laps  well  that  I  cannot  put  in  words  all  the 
pleasure  this  hymn-work  has  given  me,  nor  just  what  I 
think  of  its  results, — I  fear  the  gentlest  charity  would 
call  me  at  least  eccentric.  But  I  may  tell  (since  I  am 
but  usher  to  the  book)  I  may  tell  some  of  its  titles  to 
favour,  and  some  of  the  grand  truths  which  its  pages 
collectively  teach. 

It  has  brought  most  vividly  before  my  eyes,  some  of 
those  Bible  facts  which  before  I  knew  rather  by  faith. 
For  these  are  not  assembly  hymns,  nor  [)arapbrases,  nor 
hymns  written  to  order, — tlicy  are  the  living  words  of 
deep  Christian  experience. 

And  they  tell  that  the  Church  is  one.  In  prose,  one 
denomination  will  war  with  another, — war,  and  strive — 
as  some  of  the  disciples  did — for  a  place  above  the  rest 
The  Church  Militant  is  to  outward  eyes,  often  a  Church 
divided  against  itself — every  banner  attacking  every 
other,  forgetful  that  the  great  standard  of  the  Prince  of 
Peace  floats  over  all. 

Yet  this  is  but  a  difference  of  head — look  here  at  their 
hearts.  Read  Luther  and  some  old  Catholic  monk,  side 
by  side, — read  Wesley,  and  all  he  ever  opposed,  or  who 
ever  opposed  him.  They  fight  still,  but  it  is  with  them- 
selves, with  sin,  with  unbelief.  They  work  out  that  other 
word — "tlu'ough  much  tribulation."  0  friends — whether 
christian  or  unchristian — see  what  a  hidden  war  doth 
rage  in  the  midst  of  the  Church ;  and  find  kinder  cause 
than  hypocrisy,  for  a  ruffled  temper  and  an  unsteady 
walk !  Even  Christian  gave  way  a  little,  when  "Apollyon 
wounded  '■  dm  in  his  head,  his  hand,  and  foot." 

The  Church  are  one  hero  also — they  suller  in  mind,  in 


Prefa  CE.  V 

body,  in  estate ;  with  sometimes  no  sign  of  life  but  this 
— they  would  lie  in  the  Slough  of  Despond  for  ever, 
rather  than  climb  out  on  any  side  but  that  which  is  to- 
wards the  Celestial  City.  "  For  they  desire  a  better 
country,  even  an  heavenly."  And  herein  again  they  are 
one — "as  sorrowing,  yet  alway  rejoicing,'' — as  esteeming 
''  the  reproach  of  Christ  greater  riches  than  the  treasures 
of  Egypt."     With  one  voice  they  sing, 

••  Heavenward  the  waves  111  breast 
Till  in  heaven  I  am  at  rest."' 

Heavenward  with  Christ — after  him.  His  headship 
over  the  Church  is  wonderfully  set  forth  in  their  songs. 
They  ever  say  with  the  old  martyr — "  None  but  Christ  1" 
All  eyes  are  looking  unto  Jesus,  and  waiting  for  him  ; 
and  while  one  says  of  the  loss  of  all  things — 

"  Pass  away,  earthly  joy, 
Jesns  is  mine !" 

another  answers  that  without  him  all  things  are  worth 

nought, — 

"  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land? 
My  Jesus  is  not  here." 

"  One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  baptism" — the  building  of  their 
faith  may  cover  more  or  less  ground,  but  its  corner-stone 
is  the  same. 

I  have  read  with  great  edification  the  prefaces  of  sun- 
dry collectors,  who  say,  that  wherever  it  seemed  desira- 
ble to  alter  a  hymn,  the  thing  was  done  "  without  the 
slightest  hesitation!"  Forme,  I  have  tried  to  give  the 
author's  own  words,  and  all  of  them.  There  is  always  a 
fresh  beauty  in  the  free  growth  of  a  line  thing  (even 
though  it  be  a  little  unruly)  Vv'hich  no  strange  hand  can 


VI  Preface. 

trim  into  better  shape.  But  the  pruning  knives  have 
been  so  many,  that  I  long  ago  gave  up  the  hope  of  find- 
ing all  the  lopped  branches.  In  three  or  four  instances 
I  have  wittingly  left  out  what  seemed  to  me  objectionable 
verses. 

Of  well-known  hymn  writers,  I  could  sometimes  get  an 
old  edition  and  copy  from  that;  but  with  the  thousand 
nameless  hymns,  I  could  but  compare  and  take  which 
version  I  liked  best.  Often  indeed  (especially  where  the 
alterations  had  sprung  from  that  great  root  of  alteration 
— a  lower  tone  of  Christianity  than  that  of  the  hymn)  the 
original  words  asserted  their  own  right  without  a  ques- 
tion ;  and  many  times  the  hymn  had  to  be  collected  from 
various  books, — I  have  had  twelve  open  before  me  at  one 
time,  for  one  hymn. 

I  have  admitted  a  few  hymns,  which  I  well  knew 
would  be  called  unlearned  and  even  rough  ;  yet  there 
was  something  in  their  strong  faith,  or  its  strong  expres- 
sion, which  I  was  not  wilUng  to  leave  out.  It  was  fair, 
too,  that  all  parts  of  the  Church  should  be  represented. 
And  for  any  general  favourites  that  are  wanting,  I  can 
only  say,  look  at  my  number  of  pages. 

As  to  names — whenever  I  found  such  as  were  well 
authenticated,  I  have  put  them  in  the  index.  Where 
the  name  was  doubtful  I  preferred  to  leave  a  blank. 

ANNA  WARNEE. 
New  Yobk,  Feb.  9, 1858, 


3^^ese  Jgmns  mz  \nt  kongl^t  together  for 
t^e  Jelp  of  ilje  Cljristiaii's  life  —  tl^e  |o}J  anb  Com- 
fort of  llje  ^ick  goom  ---  tlje  |^opc  of  tljc  goubthtg, 
aub  tlje  ^est  of  tbe  Sittcnru  iii  pcnrt.  Huber  Jis 
blessing,  foljo  l^as  ^romiscb  to  |^is  Ijcoplc  tl)at  "  in 
t^e  §ags  of  cjamiue  (E^ljeg  sI:)hII  be  ^atisficb." 


Orijoit  sbalt  remember  all  i\}t  foaii  (u^klj  tljc 
^orb  ih\}  ^^oi)  let)  tbec  tbesc  fortg  iienrs  in  tlje 
tuilberiTess,  to  Ijnmblc  tbee,  aub  to  probe  tbee,  to 
knobr  fol^at  teas  in  tljhxe  Ijcart,  biljetljer  tl^ou 
fooulbest   kep   ^is  commanirmeitls,   or   no. 

Dnrr.  yiiL  2. 


pKll^Ci>^ 


HYMNS 


OF 


THE  CHURCH  MILITANT. 


^i)  c  Hiugbome  are   hnt  (Dne, 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined^ 

And  saved  bj  grace  alone : 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 

Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know : 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 

And  we  in  hymns  below. 

Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praise. 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace ; 

The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 
The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads, 

And  thence  our  spirits  rise ; 
For  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads, 

Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 


Hymns    of 


^eaxex   Qome. 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought. 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er — 
I  'm  nearer  home  to-day 

Than  I  ever  have  been  before. 

Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  the  many  mansions  be ; 

Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea; 

Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down  ;— 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross — 

Nearer  gaining  the  crown. 

But  lying  darkly  between, 

Winding  down  through  the  night, 
;l8  the  dim  and  unknown  stream 

That  leads  me  at  last  to  the  light 

Closer,  closer  my  steps 
Come  to  the  dark  abysm ; 

Closer  death  to  my  lips 
Presses  the  awful  chrysm. 

Saviour,  perfect  my  trust, 

Strengthen  the  might  of  my  faith; 
Let  me  feel  as  I  would  when  I  stand 

On  the  rock  of  tlie  shore  of  death ; 


THE    Church    Militant. 

Feel  as  I  would  when  my  feet 
Are  slipping  over  the  brink : 

For  it  may  be  I'm  nearer  horn© — 
Nearer  now,  than  I  think  1 


Clje    Charge. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil, 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 

To  do  my  Master's  wilL 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care 

As  in  thy  sight  to  Hve ; 
And  0,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give. 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

And  on  thyself  rely ; 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 


Hymns    of 


dUatiib  anti  (Soliatl). 

By  whom  was  David  taught 
To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  G-oliath  fought, 
And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

'Twas  Israel's  God  and  king 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight ; 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 
And  skill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 

Who  ordered  Gideon  forth. 

To  storm  th'  invaders'  camp, 
With  arms  of  httle  worth, 
A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

Oh !  I  have  seen  the  day, 

When  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 
'  My  trust  is  in  the  Lord', 
My  soul  has  quelled  a  thousand  foes. 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Self-righteousness  and  pride, 


THE    Church    Militant. 

How  often  do  they  steal 
My  weapons  from  my  side ! 
Yet  David's  Lord  and  Gideon's  Friend 
Will  help  his  servant  to  the  end. 


Qrbe  Name  of  Jfesns. 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  behever's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear- 
It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  cahns  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 

And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

Dear  name !  the  rock  on  which  I  build 
My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

My  never-faihng  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

By  thee,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 

And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 
1* 


Hymns    of 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death  I 


Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

Though  like  the  wanderer. 
The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  be  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone ; 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'll  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

There  let  my  way  appear 
Steps  unto  heaven ; 


THE    Church    Militant. 

All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  Grod,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Bethel  I'U  raise ; 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer,  my  Grod,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee  I 

Or  if  on  joyful  wing. 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly  ; 
Still,  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee  I 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 


QTlje  0afetj3  of  Artist ing. 

Thy  ways,  0  Lord,  with  wise  design. 
Are  framed  upon  thy  throne  above, 

And  every  dark  or  bending  Hne 
Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 

With  feeble  Hght,  and  half  obscure. 
Poor  mortals  thy  arrangements  view. 

Not  knowing  that  they  all  are  sure, 
And,  though  mysterious,  just  and  true. 


Hym  n8    of 

« 

Thy  flock,  thy  own  peculiar  care, 

Tliough  now  they  seem  to  roam  un-eyed, 

Are  led  by  power  and  goodness  where 
They  best  and  safest  may  abide. 

They  neither  know  nor  trace  the  way, 
But  guided  by  thy  piercing  eye, 

None  of  their  feet  to  ruin  stray, 
Nor  shall  the  weakest  fail  or  die. 

My  favoured  soul  shall  meekly  learn 
To  lay  her  reason  at  thy  throne ; 

Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 
I'll  trust  thee  for  my  guide  alone. 


%  Jpsalm  of  praise. 

Te  holy  angels  bright, 

Who  stand  before  God's  throne, 
And  dwell  in  glorious  Hght, 
Praise  ye  tlie  Lord,  each  one. 
You  there,  so  nigh. 
Are  much  more  meet 
Than  wo,  the  feet, 
For  things  so  high. 

Tou  blessed  souls  at  rest, 
That  see  your  Saviour's  face, 

Whose  gl<^ry,  even  the  least, 
Is  far  above  our  grace ; 


THE   Church    Militant. 

God's  praises  sound, 
As  in  his  sight, 
With  sweet  delight, 
You  do  abound- 
All  nations  of  the  earth 

Extol  the  world's  great  King 
With  melody  and  mirth 
His  glorious  praises  sing ; 
For  he  still  reigns, 
And  will  bring  low 
The  proudest  foe 
That  him  disdains. 

Sing  forth  Jehovah's  praise 

Ye  saints  that  on  him  call ; 
Magnify  him  always 
His  holy  churches  aU ; 
in  him  rejoice, 
And  thus  proclaim 
His  holy  name 
With  sounding  voice. 

My  soul,  bear  thou  thy  part ; 

Triumph  in  God  above ; 
With  a  full-tuned  heart, 
Sing  thou  the  songs  of  love. 
Tliou  art  his  own. 

Whose  precious  blood, 
Shed  for  thy  good, 
His  love  made  known. 


10  Hymnsop 

He  did  in  love  begin, 

Renewing  thee  by  grace, 
Forgiving  all  thy  sin, 

Showed  thee  his  pleased  fiajoe. 
He  did  thee  heal 
By  his  Son's  merit, 
And  by  his  Spirit 
For  glory  seal. 

In  saddest  thoughts  and  griel^ 
In  sickness,  fears,  and  pain, 
I  cried  for  his  rehef. 
And  it  was  not  in  vain. 
He  heard  with  speed ; 
And  still  I  found 
Mercy  abound. 
In  time  of  need. 

Let  not  his  praises  grow 

On  prosperous  heights  alone ; 
But  in  the  vales  below 

Let  his  great  love  be  known. 
Let  no  distress 
Curb  and  control 
My  winged  soul, 
And  praise  suppress. 

Let  not  the  fear  or  smart 
Of  his  chastising  rod. 

Take  off  my  fervent  heart 
From  praising  my  dear  Gtod. 


THE    Church    Militant.  11 

Whate'er  I  feel, 

StiE  let  me  bring 

This  oflfering, 
And  to  him  kneel. 


Though  I  lose  friends  and  wealth, 
And  bear  reproach  and  shame ; 
Though  I  lose  ease  and  health, 
Still  let  me  praise  God's  name. 
That  fear  and  pain 
Which  would  destroy 
My  thanks  and  joy, 
Do  thou  restrain. 

Though  human  help  depart, 

And  flesh  draw  near  to  dust, 
Let  faith  keep  up  my  heart, 
To  love  Grod  true  and  just : 
And  all  my  days 
Let  no  disease 
Cause  me  to  cease 
His  joyful  praise. 

Though  sin  would  make  me  doubt, 

And  fill  my  soul  with  fears. 
Though  God  seeros  to  shut  out 
My  daily  cries  and  tears : 
By  no  such  frost 
Of  sad  delays, 
Let  thy  sweet  praise 
Be  nipped  and  lost. 


12  Htmnsof 

Away,  distrustful  care ! 

I  have  thy  promise,  Lord, 
To  banish  all  despair, 

I  have  thy  oath  and  word. 
And  therefore  I 
Shall  see  thy  face, 
And  there  thy  grace 
Shall  magnify. 

Though  sin  and  death  conspire 

To  rob  thee  of  thy  praise. 
Still  towards  thee  I'll  aspire, 
And  thou  dull  hearts  canst  raise. 
Open  thy  door ; 

And  when  grim  death 
Shall  stop  this  breath, 
I'll  praise  thee  more. 

With  thy  triumphant  flock 

Then  I  shall  numbered  be ; 
Built  on  th'  eternal  rock, 
His  glory  we  shall  see. 
The  heavens  so  high 
With  praise  shall  ring, 
And  all  shall  sing 
In  harmony. 

The  sun  is  but  a  spark 
From  tlie  eternal  light : 

Its  brightest  beams  are  dark 
To  that  most  glorious  sight : 


THE    Church    Militant.  13 

There  the  whole  choir, 

With  one  accord, 

Shall  praise  the  Lord 
For  evermore. 


My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 

Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down ; 

The  work  of  faith  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

Then  persevere  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 

He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. 
2 


14  H  Y  M  N  S     O  P 


Prager  ^nstoereb   b^  (Crosses. 

I  ASKED  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace ; 

Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

'Twas  he  who  taught  me  tlms  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  answered  prayer  j 

But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

I  hoped  that  in  some  favoured  hour 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request, 

And  by  his  love's  constraining  power, 
Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

•  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heoxt. 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

Yea,  more — with  his  own  hand  he  seemed 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe ; 
Crossed  all  the  fair  designs  I  schemed, 

Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  rae  low. 

"  Lord,  why  is  this  ?"  I  trembling  cried, 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 


THE    Church    Militant.  16 

'•'  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  ft ee. 

And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 


*'ari)2  toill  be   moner 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home,  in  life's  rough  way, 
Oh  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 

"  Thy  wiU  be  done." 

Though  dark  my  path,  and  sad  my  lot, 
Let  me  "  be  still"  and  murmur  not  ; 
Or  breathe  the  prayer,  divinely  taught, 
'•  Thy  wiU  be  done." 

What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved,  no  longer  nigh  ? 
Submissive  still  I  would  reply, 

"  Thy  AviU  be  done." 

If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize,  it  ne'er  was  mine : 
I  only  yield  thee  what  was  thine ; 

"  Thy  wiU  be  done." 

Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 
Mv  Father  1  still  I  strive  to  say, 

"Thy  wiU  be  done." 


16  Hymns    of 

If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  Grod !  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 

Eenew  my  will  from  day  to  day ; 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

"  Thy  wiU  be  done." 

Then,  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  half  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing,  upon  a  happier  shore, 

"  Thy  wiU  be  done." 


Qii^c  toill  of  (Boh. 

I  WORSHIP  thee,  sweet  wiU  of  Q-od  I 

And  all  thy  ways  adore, 
And  every  day  I  hve  I  seem 

To  love  thee  more  and  more. 

Thou  wert  the  end,  the  blessed  rule 
Of  Jesu's  toils  and  tears ; 

Thou  wert  the  passion  of  his  heart 
Those  three  and  thirty  years. 

And  he  hath  breathed  into  my  soul 

A  special  love  of  thee, 
A  love  to  lose  my  will  in  his, 

And  by  that  loss  be  free. 


THK    Church    Militant.  17 

I  love  to  see  thee  bring  to  nought 

The  plans  of  wily  men ; 
When  simple  hearts  outwit  the  wise, 

0  thou  art  loveliest  then ! 

The  headstrong  world,  it  presses  hard 

Upon  the  church  full  oft ; 
And  then  how  easily  thou  tum'st 

The  hard  ways  into  soft. 

I  love  to  kiss  each  print  where  thou 

Hast  set  thine  unseen  feet ; 
I  cannot  fear  thee,  blessed  will  1 

Thine  empire  is  so  sweet. 

When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 

Like  prison-walls  to  be, 
I  do  the  httle  I  can  do, 
And  leave  the  rest  to  thee. 

I  know  not  what  it  is  to  doubt ; 

My  heart  is  ever  gay ; 
I  run  no  risk,  for,  come  what  will, 

Thou  always  hast  thy  way. 

I  have  no  cares,  0  blessed  willl 

For  all  my  cares  are  thine ; 
I  Hve  in  triumph,  Lord !  for  thou 

Hast  made  thy  triumphs  mine. 

And  when  it  seems  no  chance  nor  change 

From  grief  can  set  me  free, 
Hope  finds  its  strength  in  helplessness, 

And  gayly  waits  on  thee. 


18  Hymns    o  jf 

Man's  weakness,  waiting  upon  Q-od, 

Its  end  can  never  miss, 
For  men  on  earth  no  work  can  do 

More  angel-like  than  this. 

Ride  on,  ride  on  triumphantly, 
Thou  glorious  will !  ride  on ; 

Faith's  pilgrim  sons  behind  thee  take 
The  road  that  thou  hast  gone. 

He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 

It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

HI  that  he  blesses  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill, 
And  aU  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 

If  it  be  his  sweet  wiU  1 


Question. 


Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed. 

Without  a  false  disguise  ? 
Have  I  renounced  my  sins,  and  left 

My  refuges  of  lies  ? 

Say,  does  my  heart  unchanged  remain, 

Or  is  it  formed  anew  ? 
What  is  the  rule  by  which  I  walk, 

The  object  I  pursue  ? 


THE    Church    Militant,  19 

Cause  me,  0  G-od  of  truth  and  grace, 

My  real  estate  to  know ; 
If  I  am  wrong,  oh  set  me  right  1 

If  right,  preserve  me  so. 


dCroents- tl)  irir  JJsalm. 

God,  who  the  universe  doth  hold 

In  his  fold, 
Is  my  shepherd  kind  and  heedful, 
Is  my  shepherd,  and  doth  keep 

Me,  his  sheep, 
Still  suppUed  with  all  things  needfdL 

He  feedeth  me  in  fields  which  lie 

Fresh  and  green, 
Mottled  with  spring's  flowery  painting. 
Through  which  creep,  with  murmuring  crooks, 

Crystal  brooks 
To  refiresh  my  spirit's  fainting. 

When  my  soul  from  heaven's  way 

Went  astray. 
With  earth's  vanities  seduced, 
For  his  name's  sake,  kindly  he, 

Wandering  me. 
To  his  holy  fold  reduced. 

Yea,  though  I  stray  through  death's  dark  vale, 

Where  his  pale 
Shades  did  on  each  side  enfold  me, 


20  Hymnsof 

Dreadless,  having  thee  for  guide, 
Should  I  bide, 
For  thy  rod  and  staff  uphold  me. 

Thou  my  board  with  messes  large 
Dost  surcharge ; 

My  bowls  full  of  wine  thou  pourest, 

And  before  mine  enemies' 

Envious  eyes, 

Balm  upon  my  head  thou  showerest. 

Neither  dures  thy  bounteous  grace 
For  a  space, 

But  it  knows  nor  bound  nor  measm'e  j 

So  my  days,  to  my  life's  end, 
Shall  I  spend 

In  thy  courts  with  heavenly  pleasure. 


tDI)at  ^liinkSeofOTiirist? 

What  think  you  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 

To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme  j 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest,    ' 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not. 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you. 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
A  man  or  an  angel  at  most ; 


THE    Church    Militant.  21 

Sure  these  have  not  feelings  Uke  me, 
Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost 

So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 
I  durst  no^  confide  in  his  blood, 

Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 
Unless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 

Some  call  him  a  Saviour,  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan, 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afibrd, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can : 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 

(A  little,  they  own,  they  may  fail) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys, 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys ; 
Like  Judas,  the. Saviour  they  Idss, 

And  while  they  salute  him,  betray ; 
Ah  I  what  will  profession  hke  this 

Avail  in  the  terrible  day  ? 

If  asked  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink. 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store, 
My  Shepherd,  my  Husband,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall, 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 


22  H  Y  M  N  S      0  F 


P 1  e  a  b  i  11  g  for  P  a  r  b  o  n . 

Show  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord  forgiv^, 
Let  a  repentant  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  Grod,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  hes, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 

1  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell. 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  supp6rt  against  despair. 


THE    Church    Militant.  23 


^e  \)at\)  Come  onr  ©riefs. 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne, 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn  ; 
View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee ; 
There  thy  every  sin  he  bore. 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

All  thy  crimes  on  him  -were  laid ; 
See,  upon  his  blameless  head 
Wrath  its  utmost  vengeance  pours, 
Due  to  my  offence  and  yours ; 
Wounded  in  our  stead  he  is. 
Bruised  for  our  iniquities. 

Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 

On  the  atoning  sacrifice ; 

There  the  incarnate  Deity, 

Numbered  with  transgressors,  see ; 

There,  his  Father's  absence  mourns. 

Nailed,  and  bruised,  and  crowned  with  thoms. 

See  thy  G-od  liis  head  bow  down. 
Hear  the  Man  of  Sorrows  groan  I 
For  thy  ransom  there  condemned, 
Stripped,  derided,  and  blasphemed  ; 
Bleed  the  guiltless  for  th'  unclean, 
Made  an  offering  for  thy  sin. 

Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem ; 


24  Hymnsof 

At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away ; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

Lord,  thy  arm  must  be  revealed, 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed  I 
Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me ; 
At  thy  feet  myself  I  lay, 
Shine,  0  shine,  my  fears  away. 


Cl)e  ittorning   lo^. 

Mary  to  her  Saviour's  tomb 

Hasted  at  the  early  dawn ; 
Spice  she  brought  and  sweet  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  was  gone. 
For  awhUe  she  weeping  stood, 

Struck  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 
Shedding  tears,  a  plenteous  flood. 

For  her  heart  supphed  her  eyes. 

Jesus,  who  is  always  near. 

Though  too  often  unperceived, 
Came  his  drooping  child  to  cheer. 

Kindly  asking,  "Why  she  grieved?" 
Though  at  first  she  knew  him  not, 

When  he  called  her  by  her  name. 
Then  her  griefs  were  all  forgot. 

For  she  found  he  was  the  same. 


THE    Church    Militant.  25 

Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice ; 
Just  before,  she  thought  him  dead, 

Now,  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day ! 
Ygu  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

He  who  came  to  comfort  her, 

When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost, 
Will  for  your  relief  appear. 

Though  you  now  are  tempest-tost. 
On  his  word  your  burden  cast, 

On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ; 
Weeping  for  a  while  may  last, 

But  the  morning  brings  the  joy. 


Jesus  !  I  come  to  thee, 

A  sinner  doomed  to  die  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  cross. 

Here  at  thy  feet  I  He. 

Can  mercy  reach  my  case. 

And  all  my  sins  remove  ? 
Break,  0  my  God!  this  heart  of  stone. 

And  melt  it  by  thy  love. 
3 


26  Hymnsof 

Too  long  my  soul  has  "gone 
Far  from  my  G-od  astray ; 

I've  sported  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
In  sin's  delusive  way. 

But,  Lord  1  my  heart  is  fixed, 

I  hope  in  thee  alone  ; 
Break  oflF  the  chains  of  sin  and  death, 

And  bind  me  to  thy  throne. 

Thy  blood  can  cleanse  my  heart, 
Thy  hand  can  wipe  my  tears ; 

Oh  I  send  thy  blessed  Spirit  down 
To  banish  all  my  fears. 

Then  shall  my  soul  arise, 
From  sin  and  Satan  free  ; 

Redeemed  from  hell  and  every  foe, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  thee. 


dDnr  peace. 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 

Rending  rocks  the  words  attesting, 
Shaking  eai-th  and  veiled  sky ; 

"  It  is  finished  ! ' 
Was  the  Saviour's  dying  cry. 

That  which  prophets  long  predicted, 
That  which  legal  sacrifice 


THE    Church    Militant.  2Y 

Only  shadowed,  not  effected, 
That  which  justice  satisfies, 

Now  is  finished ! 
So  the  dying  Saviour  cries. 

Finished,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law ; 
Finished,  all  that  God  had  promised, 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 
"  It  is  finished !" 

Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

Now  redemption  is  completed, 

Sin  atoned,  the  curse  removed, 
Satan,  death,  and  hell,  defeated. 

As  his  rismg  fully  proved ; 
All  is  finished : 

Here  our  hopes  may  rest  unmoved. 

O  the  life,  the  peace,  the  pleasure, 
Which  these  charming  words  afford  1 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ  the  Lord. 

"  It  is  finished !" 
Let  our  joyful  songs  record. 

Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Sound  aloud  Iramanuel's  fame ; 
All  creation  swell  the  chorus, 

These  delightful  words  proclaim, 
''  It  is  finished !' 

Glory  to  his  worthy  name ! 


28  H  Y  M  N  S     0  F 


Qri)c  Hing  of  (SIotB. 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, — 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky  : 
There  his  triumphant  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ; — 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ; 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  I 

Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light. 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right; 

Eeceive  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame ; — 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew ;  - 

And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 

Lo  I  his  triumphant  chariot  waits. 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ; 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed  ;- 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too ; — 

God  over  all,  forever  blest  I 


THE   Church   Militant.  29 

Sncr^asc  our  fa\t\). 

WnEX  sins  and  fears  prevailins:  rise, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  Uft  mine  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

Art  thou  not  mine,  my  dearest  Lord  ? 

And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die, 
Fixed  on  thy  everlasting  word. 

That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky  ? 

If  my  immortal  Saviour  Hves, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure; 
This  word  a  firm  foundation  gives, 

Here  let  me  build  and  rest  secure. 

Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell ; 

Immovable  the  promise  stands ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 

Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

Here,  0  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose ; 

Since  Jesus  is  forever  mine. 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 

Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 


Lord,  I  delight  in  thee. 
And  on  thy  care  depend ; 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 

My  best,  my  only  friend. 

3* 


30  Hymns    of 

When  nature's  streams  are  dry, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same ; 
With  this  wiE  I  be  satisfied, 

And  glory  in  thy  name. 

Should  I  a  drop  bemoan, 
Who  have  a  fountain  near, 

A  fountain  which  will  ever  run 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear  ? 

There  can  no  good  be  found 
But  may  be  found  in  thee ; 

I  must  have  all  things  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

0  for  a  stronger  faith 

To  look  within  the  veil, 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail ! 

Who  made  my  heaven  secure. 
Will  here  all  good  provide  ; 

While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor  ? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

1  cast  my  care  on  thee, 
I  triumph  and  adore ; 

Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 


THE    Church   Militant.  31 


Witness,  ye  men  and  angels  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 

A  Yow  we  ilare  not  break ; 

That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last^ 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 

Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Nor  ever  quit  the  field. 

We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 

WiU  all  our  need  supply. 

O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 

Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 


^ob  raiti)   in  e. 

Mt  God  is  with  me  every  place — 
Firmly  does  the  promise  stand — 

On  land  or  sea,  with  present  grace. 
Still  to  aid  us  near  at  hand. 

If  you  ask,  "Who  is  with  thee  ?" 

God  is  here—  my  God  with  me  I 


32  Hymnsop 

No  depth,  nor  prison,  nor  the  grave, 
Can  exclude  him  from  his  own ; 

His  cheering  presence  shall  I  have, 
If  in  crowds,  or  all  alone. 

In  whatever  state  I  be, 

Everywhere  is  God  with  me  1 

My  Grod  for  me !  I  dare  to  say, 
Q-od  is  the  portion  of  my  soul ! 

Nor  need  I  tremble  in  dismay 
"When  around  me  troubles  rolL 

If  you  ask,  "  What  comforts  thee  ?** 

It  is  this — Grod  is  for  me  I 

Ah  I  faith  has  seen  him  cradled  lie, 
Here  on  earth  a  weeping  child ; 

Has  seen  him  for  my  vileness  die — 
He,  the  sinless,  undefiled  I 

And  thus  I  know  it  true  to  be, 

God,  my  Saviour,  is  for  me  I 

In  liff^,  in  death,  with  God  so  near, 

Every  battle  I  shall  win, 
Shall  boldly  press  through  dangers  her©, 

Triumph  over  every  sin ! 
"  What !"  you  say,  "  a  victor  be  ?" 
No,  not  I,  but  God  in  me  1 


THE    Church   Militant.  38 

2ri)e  Defence  of  Zion» 

As  birds  their  infant  brood  protect, 

And  spread  their  wings  to  shelter  them, 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  his  elect, 
"  So  wiU  I  guard  Jerusalem," 

And  what  is  then  Jerusalem, 

This  darling  object  of  his  care  ? 
Where  is  its  worth  in  Grod's  esteem  ? 

Who  built  it?  who  inhabits  there  ?     ♦ 

Jehovah  founded  it  in  blood, 

The  blood  of  his  incarnate  Son ; 
There  dwell  the  saints,  once  foes  to  God, 

The  sinners  whom  he  calls  his  own, 

There,  though  besieged  on  every  side, 
Yet  much  beloved,  and  guarded  well. 

From  age  to  age  they  have  defied 
The  utmost  force  of  earth  and  helL 

Let  earth  repent,  and  hell  despair. 

This  city  has  a  sure  defence ; 
Her  name  is  called  "  The  Lord  is  there  ;" 

And  who  has  power  to  drive  him  thence  ? 


Zion. 

GrLORious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken. 

Formed  thee  for  hi?  own  abode. 


34  H  Y  M  N  S     O  F 

On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

See!  tlio  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fears  of  want  remove  : 
Who -can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
G-race,  wliich  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

Round  each  habitation  hovering. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear. 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Thus  deriving  from  their  bajiner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 
*Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings, 
And  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises 

Each  for  a  thank-oflfering  brings. 


THE   Church   Militant.  36 

Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  ilTame. 
Fading  is  the  worldUng's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 


©be  Uecompense  of  tlie  Uetxjarb. 

My  soul,  with  all  thy  wakened  powers, 

Survey  the  heavenly  prize, 
Nor  let  these  glittering  toys  of  earth 

Allure  thy  wandering  eyes. 

The  splendid  crown  which  Moses  chose. 

Still  beams  around  his  brow ; 
While  soon  the  king  of  Eg}T)t's  pride 

Was  taught  in  death  to  bow. 

The  joys  and  treasures  of  a  day 

I  cheerfully  resign ; 
Rich  in  the  everlasting  store 

Secured  by  grace  divine. 

Let  fools  my  wiser  choice  deride, 

Angels  and  Grod  approve  ; 
Nor  scorn  of  men,  nor  rage  of  hell, 
My  steadfast  soul  shall  move. 


36  f     H  y  M  N  s    o  F 

With  ardent  eye,  that  bright  reward 

I  daily  will  survey ; 
And  in  the  glorious  prospect  lose 

The  sorrows  of  the  way. 


8:i)e    (£nb    of  our   -Taitl) 

Look  up  to  yonder  world, 

See  myriads  round  the  throne ; 
Each  bears  a  golden  harp. 
And  wears  a  golden  crown : 
With  zeal  they  strike 

The  sacred  lyre, 
And  strive  to  raise 
Their  praises  higher. 

Beheving  in  his  name, 

They  in  Lis  footsteps  trod; 
His  righteousness  their  hope, 
Their  only  plea  his  blood ; 
Lo,  now  they  reign 
With  him  above, 
Behold  his  face 
And  sing  his  love. 

And  shall  we  not  aspire 

Like  them  our  course  to  run? 
The  crown  if  we  would  wear, 
That  crown  must  first  be  won  j 
Divinely  taught. 

They  showed  the  way ; 
First  to  beheve 
And  then  obey. 


THE   Church   Militant.  3*7 


Carls   roill   3    Seek    @:i)ee. 

0  God  !  thou  art  my  God  alone, 
Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry, 

A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  tliirsty  land,  whose  springs  are  dry. 

0  that  it  were  as  it  hath  been. 
When  praying  in  the  holy  place, 

Thy  power  and  glory  I  have  seen, 

And  marked  the  footsteps  of  thy  grace. 

Yet  through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze 
I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God ; 

Thine  hand,  unseen,  upholds  my  ways, 
I  safely  tread  where  thou  hast  trod. 

Thee  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
"VViit-n  I  remember  on  my  bed, 

Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light, 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

Better  than  life  itself  thy  love, 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me. 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee? 

Praise  with  my  heart,  my  mind,  my  voice, 
For  all  thy  mercy  I  will  give ; 

My  soul  shall  still  in  God  rejoice. 

My  tongue  shall  bless  thee  whi'e  I  live. 


38  Hymns   OF 


5Cigl)t  Orijonglit. 

How  can  I  sleep  while  angels  sing, 

When  all  the  saints  on  liigh 
Cry  "  Grlory"  to  the  eternal  Eang, 

The  Lamb  that  once  did  die : 
When  guardian  angels  fill  tlie  room, 

And  hovering  round  my  bed, 
Do  clap  their  wings,  in  love  to  him 

Who  is  my  glorious  Head  ? 

Such  joyful  spirits  never  sleep, 

Their  love  is  ever  new ; 
Then,  O  my  soul,  no  longer  cease 

To  love  and  praise  him  too ; 
For  I,  of  all  the  race  that  fell, 

Or  all  the  heavenly  host, 
Have  gi'eatest  cause,  with  humbler  soul, 

To  love  and  praise  him  most. 

Did  God  the  Father  love  men  so, 

As  to  give  up  his  Son 
To  be  a  ransom,  and  redeem 

Them  from  the  sins  they'd  done  ? 
Did  Jesus  leave  the  Father's  breast, 

That  heaven  of  heavens  on  high, 
To  come  to  earth,  this  world  of  woe, 

For  guilty  worms  to  die  ? 

No  longer  then  will  I  lie  here, 
But  rise  and  praise  and  pray ! 

And  join  to  sing,  while  I  enjoy 
A  glimpse  of  heavenly  day. 


THE    Church   Militant.  39 

Lord,  give  me  strength  to  die  to  sin, 

To  run  the  Christian  race  • 
To  Hve  to  G-od,  and  glorify 

The  riches  of  his  grace. 


JJrcssing    dTotoarb   t\)c   ittark. 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  strength  and  tower, 
Th'je  v/ill  I  love,  my  joy  and  crown, 

Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power, 
In  ail  my  works,  and  thee  alone : 

Thee  wiU  I  love,  till  that  pure  fire 

Eills  my  whole  soul  with  strong  desire. 

In  darkness  willingly  I  strayed, 

I  sought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  roved ; 

For  wide  my  wandering  thoughts  were  spread. 
Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  loved : 

And  now,  if  more  at  length  I  see, 

'Tis  through  thy  light,  and  comes  from  thee. 

I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  shined ; 
I  thank  thee,  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind ; 
I  thank  thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 
Nor  suffer  me  again  to  stray ; 


40  H  r  M  N  s    o  F 

Strengthen  my  feet  with  steady  pace 
Still  to  press  forward  in  thy  way ; 
My  soul  and  flesh,  0  Lord  of  might, 
Fill,  satiate,  with  thy  heavenly  light. 

Grive  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears ; 

Give  to  my  heart  chaste,  hallowed  fires ; 
Give  to  my  soul,  with  fihal  fears, 

The  love  that  all  heaven's  host  inspires. 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown  j 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord  my  God ; 

Thee  will  I  love  beneath  thy  frown 
Or  smile,  thy  sceptre  or  thy  rod ; 

What  though  my  heart  and  flesh  decay, 

Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day. 


(Home   mili)    Hs. 

Sinner,  what  has  earth  to  show 
Like  the  joys  believers  know  ? 
Is  thy  path,  of  fading  flowers, 
Half  so  bright,  so  sweet,  as  ours  ? 

Doth  a  skilful,  healing  friend, 

On  thy  daily  path  attend, 

And,  where  thorns  and  stings  abound, 

Shed  a  balm  on  every  wound  ? 


THE   Church   Militant.         41 

When  the  tempest  rolls  on  high, 
Hast  thou  still  a  refuge  nigh  ? 
Can,  0  can  thy  dying  breath 
Summon  one  more  strong  than  death  ? 

Canst  thou,  on  that  awful  day, 
Fearless  tread  the  gloomy  way, 
Plead  a  glorious  ransom  given. 
Burst  from  earth  and  soar  to  heaven  ? 


tlht  ark. 


The  deluge,  at  the  Ahnighty's  call, 

In  what  impetuous  streams  it  fell, 
Swallov.ed  the  mountains  in  its  rage, 

And  swept  a  guilty  world  to  helL 

In  vain  the  tallest  sons  of  pride 

Fled  from  the  close  pursuing  wave ; 

Jsov  could  their  mightiest  towers  defend, 
Nor  swiftness  'scape,  nor  courage  save 

How  dire  the  wreck !  how  loud  the  roar ' 

How  shrill  the  universal  cry 
Of  millions  in  the  last  despair, 

Re-echoed  from  the  lowering  sky ! 

Yet  Noah,  humble,  happy  saint, 

Surrounded  with  the  chosen  few, 
Sat  in  his  ark,  secure  from  fear, 

And  sang  the  grace  that  steered  him  through. 


42  Hymnsof 

So  may  I  sing,  in  Jesus  safe, 

While  storms  of  vengeance  round  me  fall. 
Conscious  how  high  my  hopes  are  fixed, 

Beyond  what  shakes  this  earthly  ball. 

Enter  thine  ark  while  patience  waits, 
Nor  ever  quit  that  sure  retreat ; 

Then  the  wide  flood  which  buries  earth, 
Shall  waft  thee  to  a  fairer  seat. 

Nor  wreck  nor  i-uin  there  is  seen ; 

Tliere  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolls  ; 
But  the  bright  rainbow  round  the  throne, 

Seals  endless  hfe  to  all  their  souls. 


When  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory. 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  tOl  then — how  much  I  owe. 

When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  liills  to  fall, 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink 
On  the  fiery  deluge-brink, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


THE    Church    Militant.  48 

When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  my  own, 
When  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinning  heart. 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 

When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunder  to  the  ear. 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise. 
Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 

Even  on  earth,  as  through  a  glass, 
Darkly,  let  this  glory  pass ; 
Make  forgiveness  feel  so  sweet. 
Make  thy  Spirit's  help  so  meet ; 
Even  on  earth,  Lord,  make  me  know 
Something  of  how  much  I  owe. 

Chosen,  not  for  good  in  me  ; 
Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee ; 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side  ; 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified ; 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 

Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud. 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud ; 
But  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  Hght ; 


44  H  T  M  N  S     0  P 

Blessed  Jesus !  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

When  in  flowery  paths  I  tread, 

Oft  by  sin  I'm  captive  led ; 

Oft  I  fall,  but  still  arise — 

The  Spirit  comes,  the  tempter  flies ; 

Blessed  Spirit!  bid  me  show 

Weary  sinners  all  I  owe. 

Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign — 
Weeping,  sickness,  sighing,  pain ; 
But  a  night  thine  anger  burns, 
Morning  comes  and  joy  returns ; 
God  of  comforts,  bid  me  show 
To  thy  poor  how  much  I  owe. 


'31  perfect  ^caxt,  tl)e  Eebeemer's  QL\)xonz. 

0  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  Grod, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 

So  freely  spilt  for  me  ; 

A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek — 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 

Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 


THE    Church    Militant.  45 

0  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 

From  him  that  dwells  within  : 

A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 

A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

Fruit  of  thy  gracious  Hps,  on  me 

Bestow  that  peace  unknown ; 
The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 

Of  life,  and  the  white  stone. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above : 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 

Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 


igatreb   ai  Sin. 

Holy  Lord  G-od !  I  love  thy  truth, 

Nor  dare  thy  least  commandment  slight ; 

Yet  pierced  by  sin,  the  serpent's  tooth, 
I  mourn  the  anguish  of  the  bite. 

But  though  the  poison  lurks  within, 
Hope  bids  me  still  with  patience  wait ; 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  from  sin, 
Free  from  the  only  thing  I  hate. 


46  Hymnsof 

Had  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 

Where  angels  and  archangels  dwell, 

One  sin,  unslain,  within  my  breast, 

Would  make  that  heaven  as  dark  as  helL 

The  prisoner  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air, 
And  blessed  witn  liberty  again. 

Would  mourn  were  he  condemned  to  wear 
One  hnk  of  all  his  former  chain. 

But  oh !  no  foe  invades  the  bhss. 

Where  glory  crowns  the  Christian's  head : 

One  view  of  Jesus  as  he  is, 

WiU  strike  all  sin  for  ever  dead. 


Conging   for   i^cavtrt 

0  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above  ; 
And  from  tliat  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
My  Captain's  gone  before, 

He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  bid  me  not  giYfe  O'er  j 


THE    Church    Militant.  47 

And  since  he  has  proved  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
Then  0  my  friends  prove  faithful. 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
0  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Grird  on  the  heavenly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  j 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  carry  you  above. 


0elf-c0nsecr  a  tion. 

LoED,  in  the  strength  of  grace, 
With  a  glad  heart  and  free. 

Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  thee. 


46  Hymns    OF 

Thy  ransomed  servant,  I 
Restore  to  thee  thine  own ; 

And  from  this  moment  live  or  die 
To  serve  my  God  alone. 


^\)c   (^ariren-^2mn. 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfiimes, 

The  liUes  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
jFrom  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 

This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become ; 
The  desert  blossoms  Hke  the  rose. 
When  Jesus  conquers  aU  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is ; 
Come  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
To  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me ; 

Who  comes  to  Christ  may  live. 

The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind. 
Who  will  them  all  reUeve  : 


THE    CuuRCH    Militant.  49 

None  are  too  late  if  they  repent ; 
Ont  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 
Jesus  did  him  receive. 

Come,  brethren;  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
Who  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  shining  throne, 

FrDm  Jesus'  throne  on  high; 
It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  stiU  are  dry. 

But  Avhen  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love. 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

There  we  shall  reign,  and  shout,  and  siag. 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring. 

When  all  the  saints  get  home : 
Come  on,  come  on.  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together,  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 


50  H  Y  M  N  S     0  F 

N0  in  an  can  Serue  QLma  fllastere. 

Farewell,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 

Your  glories  I  despise  ; 
Tour  friendship  I  no  more  pursue, 

Your  flatteries  are  but  lies. 

You  promise  happiness  in  vain. 

Nor  can  you  satisfy  ; 
Your  highest  pleasures  turn  to  pain, 

And  all  your  treasures  die. 

Had  I  the  Indies,  east  and  west, 

And  riches  of  the  sea ; 
Without  my  Q-od  I  could  not  rest, 

For  he  is  all  to  me 

Then  let  ray  soul  rise  far  above, 

By  faith  I'll  take  my  wing 
To  the  eternal  realms  of  love, 

Where  saints  and  angels  sing. 

There's  love  and  joy  that  will  not  ^T-aste,  ' 

There's  treasures  that  endure  ; 
There's  pleasures  that  will  always  last. 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


^cavcn   anh    ®artl). 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
And  living  waters  gently  roll, 

Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly, 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 


THE    Church    Militant.  51 

Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Christ, 
Can  make  this  load  of  guilt  remove ; 

And  thou  canst  bear  me  where  thou  fly'st, 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celestial  Dove ! 

0  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 

The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies, 
What  httle  things  these  worlds  would  be  I 

How  despicable  to  my  eyes ! 

Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  Grod, 

Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon ; 

Vanish  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 


Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 
I  should  perceive  their  noise  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 

Wliile  ratthng  thunders  round  us  roar. 

Great  All  in  All !  eternal  King ! 

Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow  and  sing 

Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 


52  Hymnsof 


OTIie    tDag. 


How  shall  I  get  there  ?  who  will  aid  ? 
And  who  will  carry  me  to  life  ? 
Ah  no  one,  Lord,  can  set  me  free 
From  sin,  but  thee. 
All  my  help  on  thee  is  laid : 
The  seeker  of  the  lost,  thou  art, 
The  blesser  of  the  wretched  heart : 
Help,  Jesus,  take  my  part ! 

Lord,  all  my  sins  distress  me  sore, 
And  fears  of  death  my  soul  dismay ; 

0  Lord  of  life  have  pity  now. 
Hear,  and  save  thou. 

Let  them  disturb  my  peace  no  more ! 
For  well  thou  knowest  all  m}^  need ; 

1  know  it  too,  though  less  indeed: 
Help,  Jesus,  hear  me  plead  ! 

Thou  speakest  to  me  :  Tremble  not  I 

Thou  callest :  See,  I  am  the  life ! 

Therefore  my  heart  to  thee  doLh  call, 

Thou  canst  give  all ! 

0  let  me  never  be  forgot ! 

In  death  be  near,  my  fears  to  drown ; 

In  grief  before  me,  as  a  crown  ; 

Help,  Jesus,  the  cast  down  I 

Art  thou  the  Shepherd  of  the  weak  ? 
Then  in  thy  hands  myself  I  lay  ; 


THE    Church    Militant.  53 

Art  thou  the  healer  of  the  soul? 
Then  make  me  whole  ! 
For  I  am  perilously  sick : 
Now  to  my  sins  thy  blood  apply ; 
Physician,  Saviour,  hear  my  cry ; 
Help,  Jesus,  or  I  die  ! 

I  know  I  do  not  what  I  ought ; 
How  can  I  stand  before  thy  face  ? 
These  things  distress  me,  tliou  dost  see : 
0  can  it  be. 

That  I,  unclean  in  word  and  thought, 
Should  be  set  free  and  purified  ? 
And  sin  no  more  in  me  abide  ? 
Yea,  I  thank  God,  Christ  died  I 


Jfesus   I   £ot)e. 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'  Tis  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 

That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  transport,  and  my  trust ; 

Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 

Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  hght  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 


64  •  H  Y  M  N  S     O  F 

Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  n^y  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there ; 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  weiunds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 

Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine  annS| 
The  antidote  of  deaih. 


ISi o   donbem nation. 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 

'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls ; 
And  mercy,  hke  a  mighty  stream. 

O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 

'Tis  Christ  that  suffered  in  their  stead; 
And,  their  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead. 

He  lives!  he  lives !  and  sits  above. 

For  ever  interceding  there ; 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 

Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 

Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He  that  hath  loved  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  couqueiors  too. 


THE    Church    Militant.  55 

Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 

It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour ; 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 

Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop. 

Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  tlo. 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 

Shall  cause  liis  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 


"Why  should  I  fear  the  darkest  hour, 
Or  tremble  at  the  tempter's  power  ? 
Jesus  vouchsafes  to  be  my  tower. 

Though  hot  the  fight,  why  quit  the  field  ? 
Why  must  I  either  flee  or  yield, 
Since  Jesus  is  my  mighty  shield  ? 

When  creature  comforts  fade  and  die, 
Worldlings  may  weep,  but  why  should  I  ? 
Jesus  still  hves,  and  still  is  nigh. 

Though  all  the  flocks  and  herds  were  dead, 
My  soul  a  famine  need  not  dread, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hving  bread. 

I  know  not  what  may  soon  betide, 
Or  how  my  wants  shall  be  supphed ; 
But  Jesus  knows,  and  will  provide. 


56  H  Y  M  N  S     O  F 

Though  sin  would  fill  me  with  distress^ 
The  throne  of  grace  I  dare  address, 
For  Jesus  is  my  righteousness. 

Though  faint  my  prayers  and  cold  ray  love, 
My  steadfast  hope  shall  not  remove, 
While  Jesus  intercedes  above. 

Against  me  earth  and  hell  combine, 
But  on  my  side  is  power  divine ; 
Jesus  is  all,  and  he  is  mine. 


Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King ; 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore : 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore. 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

Jesus,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  Q-od  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  he  had  purged  our  stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above. 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice^ 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

He  sits  at  G-od's  right  hand 
Till  all  his  foes  submit, 


THE    Church    Militant.  57 

And  bow  to  his  command, 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet. 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  heU 
Are  to  our  Jesus  given. 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

He  aU  his  foes  shall  quell. 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy. 
And  every  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy. 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

Rejoice  in  glorious  hope ; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home. 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  Grod  shall  sound  rejoice  I 


9Dl)e    passing    of  (Eime. 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

That  bears  us  to  the  sea  ! 
The  tide  that  bears  our  thoughtless  souls 

To  vast  eternity  1 


68  H  Y  M  N  S     O  P 

Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 
With  iill  they  called  their  own  ? 

Their  joys,  and  griefs,  and  hopes,  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honour  gone. 

But  joy  or  grief  succeeds 

Beyond  our  mortal  thought ; 
While  the  poor  remnant  of  their  dust 

Lies  in  the  grave  forgot. 

There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 

Must  all  the  children  dwell; 
Nor  other  heritage  possess, 

But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

Q-od  of  our  fathers,  hear. 

Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 
While  wc,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 

Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

Of  all  the  pious  dead, 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace ; 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 

We  dwell  before  thy  face. 


JSToT  so  darkly,  not  so  deep, 

0  my  soul,  now  be  thou  stirred ; 

God  is  thy  joy — ^let  others  keep 

The  wealth  and  rank  he  has  conferred 

Thou  host  all  in  him,  indeed ; 

Hast  thou  Grod,  thou  hast  no  need. 


THE   Church   Hilitant.  59 

Not  one  cliild  of  mortal  birth 

Can  lay  claim  to  earthly  treasure  ; 

All  that  live  on  this  poor  earth 

Are  but  guests  at  God's  good  pleasure : 

Shall  he  not  dispense  at  "will 

Goods  which  his  own  house  do  fill  ? 

Therefore  think  not  in  thy  heart 

Earth  shall  ever  be  thy  own ; 
Let  thy  thoughts  from  earth  depart — 

Seek  thy  wealth  in  heaven  alone  : 
Heavenly  riches  cannot  rust, 
Heavenly  joy  sinks  not  to  dust. 

He  is  foolish,  he  is  dead. 

Who  doth  clasp  earth  in  his  hand, 
"When  God  offers  him  instead. 

The  treasures  of  th'  enduring  land. 
So  that  my  soul  may  live  forever. 
Drive  on,  earth-clouds,  I  fear  ye  never  I 

There  behold,  laid  up  in  store, 

All  that  hearts  can  satisfy ; 
When  thou  reachest  the  grave-door, 

Earthly  goods  behind  thee  lie : 
Mortal  joys  and  mortal  care 
Enter  not  with  mortals  there. 

But  the  wealth  of  a  true  soul. 

Love  to  God  and  his  sweet  peace, 

These  will  stand  while  ages  roll; 
Ages  will  their  worth  increase : 

All  beside,  death  may  destroy, 

But  the  soul  shall  keep  its  joy. 
6 


60  H  Y  M  N  S     O  P 

Let  it  sink  into  thy  heart, 

And  thy  murmuring  will  subdue  j 

God  doth  every  hour  impart 
Benefits  for  ever  new. 

Yes,  the  sands  may  numbered  be, 

So  cannot  his  gifts  to  thee  1 

And  he  is  the  fuH  content 

Of  each  faitliful  Christian  soul ; 

When  thy  prayers  to  him  are  sent, 
Leave  the  end  to  his  control : 

Let  liim  grant  what  he  sees  best. 

And  say  no  to  all  the  rest. 

Now  lift  up  thy  troubled  face ! 

Call  thy  faith,  and  bid  it  shine  ; 
Faith  can  light  the  darkest  place, — 

Still  those  weary  sighs  of  thine  ! 
When  the  world  was  wrapped  in  night, 
Israel  liad  their  dwelHngs  light. 

Set  a  boundary  for  thy  will. 
As  a  child  of  heaven  should ; 

Tune  thy  harp  with  praises  stiU, 
To  thy  Grod,  for  ever  good  I 

For  his  mercy  puts  to  shame 

All  that  thy  deserts  could  claim. 

Struggling  through  thy  busy  life, 
Set  the  Lord  before  thee  ever ; 

Every  hour  of  peace  or  strife 

Is  from  him — then  murmur  never. 

Are  things  adverse  ?  let  them  be ! 

God  and  heaven  remain  to  tliee  I 


THE    Church   Militant.  61 

@;i]e    (!ri)tircf)    iHilitant 

LEARNING    TEE    CHURCH    TRIUMPHANt's   SONG. 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 

Around  the  eternal  throne. 
Of  everv  Icindred,  clime,  and  land, 

A  multitude  unknown. 

Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here; 

To-dnr,  the  young,  the  old, 
Our  Saviour  and  his  flock  appear 

One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

Toil,  triul,  suffering,  still  await 

Oa  earth  the  pilgrim  throng; 
Yet  learn  we,  in  our  low  estate. 

The  Church  triumphant's  song. 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain," 

Cry  the  redeemed  above, 
"  Blessing  and  honour  to  obtain, 

An  I  everlasting  love." 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !"  on  earth  we  sing, 

"  Who  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
Henceforth,  0  Death !  where  is  thy  sting? 

Thy  victory,  0  Crave  ?" 

Then,  hallelujah  !  power  and  praise 

To  Cod  in  Christ  be  given  ; 
May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 

Renew  the  strain  in  heaven ! 


62  H  T  M  N  S     O  F 


!N"ow  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ; 
Ye  who  his  salvation  prove. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming:  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  rove, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 
See  your  guilt  a,nd  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin. 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

Welcome  all  by  sin  opprest. 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

When  his  Spirit  leads  us  home. 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 


THE    Church   Militant.  C3 

He  su'odued  th'  infernal  powers, 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours ; 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

Hither,  then,  your  music  bring  j 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string : 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


Perfection. 

0  HOW  the  thought  of  G-od  attracts 
And  dravt's  the  heart  from  earth. 

And  sickens  it  of  passing  shows, 
And  dissipating  mirth ! 

'Tis  not  enough  to  save  our  souls. 

To  shun  the  eternal  fires ; 
The  thought  of  God  will  rouse  the  heart 

To  more  subUme  desires. 

God  only  is  the  creature's  home, 
Though  long  and  rough  the  roadj 

Yet  nothing  less  can  satisfy 
The  love  that  longs  for  God. 

0  utter  but  the  name  of  God, 
Down  in  your  heart  of  hearts, 

And  see  how  from  the  world  at  once 
All  tempting  hght  departs. 

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64  Hymnsof 

A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye, 
Can  win  their  way  above ; 

If  mountains  can  be  moved  by  faith, 
Is  there  less  power  in  love  ? 

How  little  of  that  road,  my  soul! 

How  httle  hast  thou  gone ! 
Take  heart,  and  let  the  thought  of  Qrod 

Allure  thee  further  on. 

The  freedom  from  all  wilful  sin, 
The  Christian's  daily  task ; 

0  these  are  graces  far  below 
What  longing  love  would  ask ! 

Dole  not  thy  duties  out  to  Q-od, 

But  let  thy  hand  be  free : 
Look  long  at  Jesus ;  his  sweet  blood, 

How  was  it  dealt  to  thee  ? 

The  perfect  way  is  hard  to  flesh ; 

It  is  not  hard  to  love ; 
If  thou  wert  sick  for  want  of  Grod, 

How  swiftly  wouldst  thou  move  I 

Grood  is  the  cloister's  silent  shade, 
Cold  watch  and  pining  fast ; 

Better  the  mission's  wearing  strife. 
If  there  thy  lot  were  cast. 

Yet  none  of  these  perfection  needs ; 

Keep  thy  heart  calm  all  day, 
And  catch  the  words  the  Spirit  there 

From  hour  to  hour  may  say. 


THE   Church   Militant.  65 

0  keep  thy  conscience  sensitive ; 

No  inward  token  miss ; 
And  go  where  grace  entices  thee : 

Perfection  hes  in  this. 

Be  docile  to  thy  unseen  Guide  j 

Love  him  as  he  loves  thee ; 
Time  and  obedience  are  enough, 

And  thou  a  saint  shalt  be  I 


prager   fox   tl)e    Spirit. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood ; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 

The  secret  love  of  God. 

Eevive  our  drooping  faith ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 

Of  never-dying  love. 

'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  purify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 

And  new  create  the  whole. 


66  Hymnsof 

Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts ; 

Our  minds  from  bondatre  free ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  loV6, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  thee. 


0elf-^?^ainination. 

What  strange  perplexities  arise ! 
What  anxious  fears  and  jealousies  I 
What  crowds  in  doubtfril  light  appear ; 
How  few,  alas,  approved  and  clear ! 

And  what  am  I  ?  My  soul  awake. 
And  an  impartial  survey  take : 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear  ? 

What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  formed  and  living  there  ? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine 
In  thought,  in  word,  and  action  shine  ? 

Searcher  of  hearts,  0  search  me  still  ; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal  ; 
My  fears  remove,  let  me  appear 
To  Grod  and  my  own  conscience  clear  1 

Scatter  the  clouds  which  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terrors  spread; 
Lead  me  into  celestial  day, 
And  to  myself,  myself  display. 


THE   Ghurch   Militant.  67 

May  I  at  that  blest  world  arrive, 
Where  Christ  through  aU.  my  soul  shall  live, 
And  give  fuU  proof  that  he  is  there, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear  1 


Q^lje   NetD   (Hxtation. 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  oome  down ; 
1^  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, — 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Yisit  us  with  thy  salvation ; 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Breathe,  0  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit ; 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest. 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  souls  at  liberty. 

Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never. 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave : 


68  Hymnsop 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing; 

Serve  thee  as  thy  host  above ; 
Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Q-lory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

Carry  on  thy  new  creation ; 

Happy,  holy,  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee : 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place — 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee. 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


®i)e  ^ope  of  our  ^^igl)  Calling. 

What  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope^ 

But  inward  holiness  ? 
For  this,  to  Jesus  I  look  up  ; 

I  calmly  wait  for  this. 

I  wait  till  he  shall  touch  me  clean — 
Shall  life  and  power  impart ; 

G-ive  me  the  faith  tliat  casts  out  sin, 
And  purifies  the  heart. 

This  is  the  dear  redeeming  grace, 

For  every  sinner  free ; 
Surely  it  shall  on  me  take  place, 

The  chief  of  sinners — me. 


THE   Church   Militant.  69 

From  all  iniquity,  from  all, 

He  shall  my  soul  redeem  ; 
In  Jesus  I  believe,  and  shall 

Believe  myself  to  him. 

When  Jesus  makes  my  heart  his  home, 

My  sin  shall  all  depart ; 
And,  lo !  he  saith,  I  quickly  come 

To  fiil  and  rule  thy  heart. 

Be  it  according  to  thy  word ; 

Redeem  me  from  all  sin : 
My  heart  would  now  receive  thee,  Lord ; 

Come  in,  my  Lord,  come  in  1 


Eest. 

I  BEST  with  thee.  Lord  1  Whither  should  I  go  ? 

I  feel  so  blest,  within  thy  home  of  love  ! 
The  blessings  purchased  by  thy  pain  anl  woe, 

To  thy  poor  child  thou  sendest  from  above. 

0  never  let  thy  grace  depart  from  me ; 
So  shall  I  stUl  abide,  my  Lord,  with  thee. 

1  rest  with  thee !  Eternal  life  the  prize 

Thou  wilt  bestow,  when  faith's  good  fight  is  won 
What  can  earth  give,  but  vain  regrets  and  sighs, 

To  the  poor  heart  whose  passing  bliss  is  done? 
For  lasting  joys,  I  fleeting  ones  resign, 
Since  Jesus  calls  me  his,  and  he  is  mine. 


70  Hymnsof 

I  rest  with  thee  1  No  other  place  of  rest 
Can  now  attract,  no  other  portion  please : 

The  soul,  of  heavenly  treasure  once  possessed, 
All  eartlily  glory  with  indifference  sees. 

Poor  world,  farewell !  thy  splendors  tempt  no  more. 

The  power  of  grace  I  feel,  and  thine  is  o'er. 

I  rest  with  thee  I  With-  thee  whose  wondroas  love 
Descends  to  seek  the  lost,  the  fallen  raise ; 

Oh !  that  my  whole  of  future  life  might  prove 
One  hallelujah,  one  glad  song  of  praise  I 

So  shall  I  sing,  as  time's  last  moments  flee, 

Now,  and  for  ever.  Lord,  I  rest  with  thee  I 


QTrttst  in  tl)e   torli. 

G-OD  is  my  strong  salvation. 

What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 
In  darkness  and  temptation 

My  light,  my  help  is  near ; 
Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  to  the  fight  I  stand : 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 

With  Grod  at  my  right  hand  ? 

Place  on  the  Lord  reliance, 
My  soul  with  courage  wait; 

His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 
When  faint  and  desolate ; 


THE    Church    Militant.  71 

His  might  thine  heart  shall  strengthen, 

His  love  thy  joy  increase ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen, 

"  The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace." 


@:i)e    Cliristian    tOalk. 

O  HAPPY  souls,  from  heaven  born 
While  yet  they  sojourn  here ; 

Who  all  their  days  begin  with  Grod, 
And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 

So  may  our  thoughts  ascend  to  Grod 

As  dawns  the  morning  ray, 
Ponder  with  love  the  sacred  page, 
And  grateful  homage  pay. 

'Midst  hourly  cares  may  love  present 

Its  incense  at  his  throne ; 
And  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 

Our  hearts  be  his  alone. 

In  painful  duties,  days  of  grie^ 

When  by  temptations  tried. 
We  still  vrill  in  the  Lord  be  strong, 

And  in  his  love  confide. 

Each  night  we'll  lean  our  weary  head 

On  his  paternal  breast. 
And  safely  folded  in  his  arms, 

Resign  our  powers  to  rest 


72  Hymnsof 

A  life  like  this,  is  heaven  on  earth  : 
Thus  let  my  days  be  passed ! 

Nor  shall  I  then  impatient  wish, 
Nor  shall  I  far,  the  last. 


From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 
A  place  than  all  beside  more  sweet : 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Wherij  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed  ? 
Or  liovv'  the  hosts  of  heU  defeat, 
Had  suflfering  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
Where  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 


THE    Church    Milita.nt.  V3 


^l)c  pilgrim's  C5uibe  anh  (Suarbian. 

G-uiDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land* 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty. 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 

Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


^n   (Ktjening   psalm. 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 

I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 


74  H  Y  M  N  5     O  P 

And  when  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  business  free ; 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

T  pay  this  evening  sacrifice, 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
G-reat  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 

Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  ray  days. 

And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 


icill  Praise  ^\)cc  dnoerg   Ba^. 

Father  of  spirits !  hear  our  prayer ; 
Our  life,  our  hope,  our  comforter. 

Our  strong  abode : 
To  thee  our  grateful  hearts  we  raise. 
And  humbly,  gladly,  hymn  thy  praise, 

Preserver,  God! 

Thy  gentle  hand  hath  smoothed  our  way. 
Fed  and  sustained  us  day  by  day ; 

In  thee  we  move : 
0  may  thy  mercies,  Lord,  inspire 
Our  hearts  with  gratitude,  and  fire 

Our  souls  with  love. 


THE    Church    Militant.  75 


(Erust   itx   film    at  ail   ilTimes. 

GrOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 

Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints. 
Behold  him  present  with  liis  aid. 

Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there ; 

Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world ; 
Our  faith  sha.ll  never  yield  to  fear. 

Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar — 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide  j 

While  every  nation,  every  shore. 

Trembles  and  dreads  the  sweUing  tide. 

There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 

Supphes  the  city  of  our  Grod ; 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 

And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 
Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls ; 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford. 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

Zion  enjoys  her  iT!.-:>ii.':.:-ch'3  love, 
Secure  against  a  threateninsr  hour ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power 


76  H  Y  M  N  S     O  F 


ie    £eb    QTljcm    on    Saf^lg. 

0  Israel,  who  is  like  to  thee  ? 
A  people  saved  and  called  to  be 

Peculiar  to  the  Lord  I 
Thy  shield,  he  guards  thee  from  the  foe ; 
Thy  sword,  he  fights  thy  battles  too, 

Himself  thy  great  reward. 

Fear  not,  though  many  should  oppose, 
For  Grod  is  stronger  than  thy  foes. 

And  makes  thy  cause  liis  own ; 
The  promised  land  before  thee  hes, 
Gro  and  possess  the  glorious  prize. 

Reserved  for  thee  alone. 

In  glory  there  the  King  appears, 
He  wipes  away  his  people's  tears, 

And  makes  their  sorrows  cease  ; 
From  toil  and  strife  they  there  repose, 
And  dwell,  secure  from  all  their  foes, 

In  everlasting  peace. 

Fair  emblem  of  a  better  rest, 
Of  which  believers  are  possessed 

Beyond  material  space ; 
Methinks  I  see  the  heavenly  shore 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  no  more. 

And  long  to  reach  the  place. 

Nor  snail  I  always  absent  be 
From  him  my  soul  desires  to  see 


THE    Church    Militais't.  77 

Within  the  realms  of  light : 
Ere  long,  my  Lord  will  rend  the  veil, 
And  not  a  cloud  shall  then  conceal 

His  glory  from  my  sight 


1   mill   fear   no   €t)il. 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be  ; 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand, 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

Smooth  let  it  be  or  rough, 

It  will  be  siill  the  best ; 
Winding  or  straight,  it  matters  not, 

It  leads  me  to  thy  rest. 

I  dare  not  choose  my  lot, 
I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 

Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God, 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

The  kingdom  that  I  seek 
Is  thine,  so  let  the  way 

That  leads  to  it  be  thine, 
Else  I  must  surely  stray. 

Take  thou  my  cup,  and  it 
With  joy  or  sorrow  fill. 

As  best  to  thee  may  seem : 
Choose  thou  my  good  and  ilL 


78  Hymns    o  p 

Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 
My  sickness  or  my  health ; 

Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 
In  things  or  great  or  small ; 

Be  thou  my  guide,  my  strength. 
My  wisdom  and  my  all. 


@:i)e2  £eft  all,  anb  iToliotoeb  igim. 

What  poor  despised  company 

Of  travellers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 

Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  king, 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine. 

And  lo  1  for  joy  they  sing. 

Wliy  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despised  ? 
Bee;,  .se  of  tlieir  rich  robes  unseen 

The  v.'orld  is  not  apprised. 

But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressed, 

And  lacking  daily  bread? 
Yet  they  're  of  boundless  wealth  possessed, 

With  hidden  manna  fed. 


THE   Church   Militant.  79 

Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  path 

That  worldhngs  love  so  well  ? 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 

The  open  way  to  helL 

But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 
Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod 

They  love  to  keep  his  ways. 

What,  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  Grod, 

No  other  can  be  found. 


®l)e  (!rot)enanter's  Scaffolb  Song. 

Sing  with  me  !  sing  "\,\dth  me  I 
Weeping  brethren,  sing  with  me ! 
For  now  an  open  heaven  I  see. 
And  a  crown  of  glory  laid  for  me. 
How  my  soul  this  earth  despises  I 
How  my  heart  and  spirit  rises  I 
Bounding  from  the  flesh  I  sever  1 
World  of  sin,  adieu  for  ever  1 

Sing  with  me !  sing  with  me  1 
Friends  in  Jesus,  sing  with  me  I 
All  my  sufferings,  all  my  woe, 
All  my  griefs,  I  here  forego. 


80  Hymnsof 

Farewell  terrors,  sighing,  grieving, 
Praying,  hearing,  and  believing, 
Earthly  trust  and  all  its  wrongings, 
Earthly  love  and  all  its  longings. 

Sing  with  me !  sing  with  me  1 
Blessed  spirits,  sing  with  me  I 
To  the  Lamb  our  songs  shall  be. 
Through  a  glad  eternity ! 
Farewell,  earthly  morn  and  even, 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  of  heaven  j 
Heavenly  portals  ope  before  me. 
Welcome,  Christ,  in  all  his  glory  1 


C2ri)e    £0rb   onr   Big^tcousnesB 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  Uft  up  my  head. 

When  from  the  dust  of  earth  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies ; 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me.*' 

Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  absolved  through  thee  I  am, 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 


THE    Church    Militant.  81 

The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came, — 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me  to  atone, — 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  Grod, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  sinners  thee  proclaim, — 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood. 
Which  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God 
For  ever  doth  for  sinners  plead. 
For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul  was  shed. 

Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore. 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid. 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 

This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  grace  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

0  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice. 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord  oui.  Righteousness  I 


82  H  Y  M  N  S     O  F 

^eavcni^  ttest. 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

m  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  daits  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all 

There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


£utl)er's    praper. 

Our  God,  our  Father,  with  us  stay, 
And  make  us  keep  thy  narrow  way ; 
Free  us  from  sin  and  all  its  power; 
Give  us  a  joyful  dying  hour  ; 
Deliver  us  from  Satan's  axts, 
And  let  us  build  our  hopes  on  thee, 
Down  in  our  very  heart  of  hearts  I 


THE   Church   Militant.  83 

0  Grod,  may  we  true  servants  be ! 
And  serve  thee  ever  perfectly. 
Help  us,  with  all  thy  children  here, 
To  fight  and  flee  with  holy  fear  ; 
Flee  from  temptation,  and  to  fight 
With  thine  own  weapons  for  the  right ; 
Amen,  amen,  so  let  it  be  ! 
So  shall  we  ever  sing  to  thee. 
Hallelujah ! 


®l)e(Dt[)er   Sibe   3oxhan. 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 

Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way ; 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day : 
Fiends,  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go. 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 

Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

0  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  rougliness  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigour  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus  will  go  with  you ; 

He  wiU  lead  you  to  his  throne ; 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone  : 


84  Hymnsof 

He,  whose  thunder  shakes  creation ; 

He,  'vho  bids  the  planets  roll ; 
He,  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  who?e  sceptre  rules  the  whole. 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  command ; 
They  are  always  hovering  round  you, 

Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

There,  on  flowery  hills  of  pleasure, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest ; 
Love,  and  joy,  and  peace  for  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 
Who  can  paint  the  scene  of  glory 

Where  the  ransomed  dwell  on  high  ? 
They  on  golden  harps  for  ever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky. 

There's  a  million  flaming  seraphs 

Fly  across  the  heavenly  plain  j 
There  they  sing  immortal  praises : 

Grlory,  glory  is  their  strain. 
But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert 

Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring ; 
And  the  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 

0  their  crowns!  how  bright  they  sparkle; 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wear; 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  Shepherd  there: 


THE    Church    Militant.  85 

Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear  ; 

Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish, 
Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 


0  ZiON,  tune  thy  voice, 

And  raise  thy  hands  on  high  j 
Tell  all  the  world  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh. 
Cheerful  in  God, 
Arise  and  shine, 
While  rays  divine 
Stream  all  abroad. 

He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head : 
The  nations  round, 
Thy  form  shall  view, 
With  lustre  new 
Divinely  crowned. 

In  honour  to  his  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  hght, 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright ; 
Pursue  his  praise, 
Till  sovereign  love, 
In  worlds  above. 
The  glory  raise. 
8 


86  H  T  M  N  S     O  F 

There,  on  his  holy  hill, 

A  brighter  sun  shall  rise. 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies; 
Wlule  round  his  throne 
Ten  thousand  stars 
In  nobler  spheres, 
His  influence  own. 


(prist's    Hingbom. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

Behold  !  the  islands  with  their  kings. 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings ; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold. 
There  India,  shines  in  eastern  gold ; 
And  barbarous  nations  at  his  word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made. 
And  princes  throng  to  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 


THE    Church    Militant.  87 

People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  ^Yith  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  j 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

Where  he  displays  his  heahng  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more  j 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost 

Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 


Praise    to   Christ. 

Awake,  and  sinof  the  song: 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongae, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power ; 
Sing,  how  he  intercedes  above 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 


88  Hymns    of 

Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 
Ascending  with  our  tongues ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

Sing  on  your  heavenly  way. 
Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  I 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ  th'  exalted  King. 

Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 
"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim, 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


Qi:i)e  ^ibing-piacjc. 

Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man ! 
Hail,  matcliless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place  I 

Against  the  Grod  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  hand  uplifted  high ; 
Despised  his  rich  abounding  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  liiding-place. 


THE    Church    Militant.  89 

Inwrapt  in  thick  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Secure  vdthout  a  hiding-place. 

But  thus  th'  eternal  counsel  ran, 
"  Almighty  love — arrest  that  man ;" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress. 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

Indignant  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew ; 
But  justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
"  This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place." 

Ere  long  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel-form  appeared ; 
She  led  me  on,  with  gentle  pace, 
To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding-place. 

On  him  almighty  vengeance  fell 
That  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell ; 
He  bore  it  for  the  chosen  race, 
And  so  became  their  hiding-place. 

Should  storms  of  sevenfold  vengeance  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  flaming  bolt  shall  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding-place. 

A  few  more  rolling  suns,  at  most, 
"Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast, 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace. 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding-place. 


90  H  Y  M  N  8     0  P 


iTor  ge  t   n  0  t. 

0  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul 

Let  all  -witliin  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  nis  name. 

Whose  favours  are  divine. 

0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  I 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 

And  without  praises  die. 

'T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

'T  is  he  reUeves  thy  pain, 
T  is  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 

And  makes  thee  young  again. 

He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave  j 

He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

He  fills  the  poor  with  good, 
He  gives  the  sufferer  rest ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  opprest. 

His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known, 
^</  But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 

By  liis  beloved  Son. 


THE    Ciiuiicji    Militant.  91 


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If  Jesus  is  ours 

We  have  a  true  friend, 
His  goodness  endures 

The  same  to  the  end; 
Our  comforts  may  vary, 

Our  frames  may  decline ; 
We  cannot  miscarry, 

Our  aid  is  divine. 

Though  God  may  delay 

To  show  us  his  light. 
And  heaviness  may 

Endure  for  a  night. 
Yet  joy  in  the  morning 

Shall  surely  abound ; 
No  shadow  of  turning 

In  Jesus  is  found. 

Then  tune  every  string 

To  Jesus's  name ! 
With  angels  we  '11  sing 

The  song  of  the  Lamb : 
Thee,  every  behever 

Shall  joyfully  praise, 
Thou  bountiful  giver 

Of  glory  and  grace. 


92  H  Y  M  N  8     0  P 


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Sweet  is  the  work,  my  G-od,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  hght, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night 

Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest  ; 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  ray  breast: 
0  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  I 
How  deep  thy  counsels,  how  divine ! 

Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  'hve,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart ; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed^ 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

Sin,  my  worst  enemy  before, 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
Uy  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 


THE    Church    Militant.  93 

Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


®l}ri0t'0   U  esnr  re  ction. 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  say, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day  I 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ! 
The  battle  's  fought,  the  victory  won ! 
Lo,  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 
Lo,  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

Yain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal — 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise ; 
Christ  has  opened  Paradise. 

Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 
"  Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?" 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 
"  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ?" 

What  though  once  we  perished  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents'  fall ; — 
Second  life  we  shall  receive. 
And  in  Ciirist  for  ever  live. 


94  HfMNSOF 


Snnbag    in    a    Sick    Uoom. 

Thousands,  0  Lord  of  Hosts !  this  day 

Around  thine  altar  meet ; 
And  tens  of  thousands  throng  to  pay 

Their  homage  at  thy  feet. 

They  see  thy  power  and  glory  there 

As  I  have  seen  them  too ; 
They  read,  they  hear,  they  join  in  prayer, 

As  I  was  wont  to  do. 

They  sing  thy  deeds,  as  I  have  sung, 

In  sweet  and  solemn  lays ; 
Were  I  among  them,  my  glad  tongue 

Might  learn  new  themes  of  praise. 

For  thou  art  in  the  midst  to  teach, 
When  on  thy  name  they  call ; 

And  thou  hast  blessings,  Lord,  fct  each— 
Hast  blessings,  Lord,  for  all. 

I,  of  such  fellowship  bereft, 

In  spirit  turn  to  thee  ; 
Oh  hast  thou  not  a  blessing  left, 

A  blessing.  Lord,  for  me  ? 

The  dew  lies  thick  on  all  the  ground ; 

Shall  my  poor  fleece  be  dry  ? 
The  manna  rains  from  heaven  around; 

Shall  I  of  hunu-er  die  ? 


I 


THE    Church    Militant.  95 

Behold  thj  prisoner ; — loose  my  bands, 

If  'tis  thy  gracious  will : 
If  not. — contented  in  thy  hands, 

Behold  thy  prisoner  still  I 

I  may  not  to  thy  courts  repair, 

Yet  here  thou  surely  art; 
Lord,  consecrate  a  house  of  prayCT 

In  my  surrendered  heart. 

To  faith  reveal  the  things  tmseen, 

To  hope  the  joys  untold  ; 
Let  love,  without  a  veil  between, 

Thy  glory  now  behold. 

0  make  thy  face  on  me  to  shine. 

That  doubt  and  fear  may  cease; 
Lift  up  thy  countenance  benign 

On  me,  and  give  me  peace. 


Xonc  npon  (!:arth  3  bcsirc   besibcs  Z\]ec. 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay. 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

His  name  yields  the  richest  perfimie, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice j 


06  H  Y  M  N  S     O  F 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice , 

I  should,  were  he  always  so  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

K  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  moreu 


It   Sliall   be    toell. 

What  cheering  words  are  these ! 

Their  sweetness  who  can  tell? 
In  time,  and  to  eternity, 

'Tis  with  the  righteous  well 


THE    Church    Militant.  97 

In  every  state  secure, 

Kept  by  Jehovah's  eye, 
'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 

And  well  when  called  to  die. 

'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 

'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow ; 
'Tis  well  when  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

And  strong  temptations  blow. 

'Tis  well  when  on  the  mount 

They  feast  on  dying  love ; 
And  'tis  as  well,  in  God's  account, 

When  they  the  furnace  prove. 

'Tis  well  when,  at  his  throne, 

They  wrestle,  weep,  and  pray ; 
'Tis  well  when  at  his  feet  they  groan, 

Yet  bring  their  wants  away. 

'Tis  well  when  Jesus  calls : 

"  From  earth  and  sin  arise ; 
Join  with  the  host  of  virgin  souls 

Made  to  salvation  wise." 


QL[)c    (500b    Sl)epl)erb. 

Tes  !  our  Shepherd  leads,  with  gentle  hand, 
Through  the  dark  pilgTim-land, 
His  flock  so  dearly  bought, 
So  long  and  fondly  sought. 

Hallelujah! 


98  Hymns    of 

When  in  clouds  and  mist  the  weak  ones  stray, 
He  shows  again  the  way, 
And  points  to  them  afar 
A  bright  and  guiding  star. 

Hallelujah  I 

Tenderly  he  watxjhes  from  on  high 
With  an  unwearied  eye ; 
He  comforts  and  sustains 
In  all  their  fears  and  pains. 

HaUelujah  I 

Through  the  parched  desert  he  will  guide 
To  the  green  fountain-side ; 
Through  the  dark,  stormy  night, 
To  a  calm  land  of  light. 

Hallelujah  I 

Yesl  his  ''little  flock"  are  ne'er  forgot; 
His  mercy  changes  not ; 
Our  home  is  safe  above, 
Within  his  arms  of  love. 

Hallelujah ! 


to  ait. 

The  saints  should  never  be  dismayed, 
Nor  sink  in  hopeless  fear  ; 

For  when  they  least  expect  his  aid, 
The  Saviour  will  appear. 


THE    Church   Militant.  99 

This  Abraham  found ;  he  raised  the  knife ; 

God  saw,  and  said,  "  Forbear ! 
Yon  ram  shall  yield  his  meaner  life : 

Behold  the  victim  there." 

Once  David  seemed  Saul's  certain  prey ; 

But  hark !  the  foe's  at  hand  ; 
Saul  turns  his  arms  another  way, 

To  save  th'  invaded  land. 

When  Jonah  sunk  beneath  the  wave, 

He  thought  to  rise  no  more ; 
But  God  prepared  a  fish  to  save, 

And  bear  him  to  the  shore. 

Blessed  proofs  of  power  and  grace  divine 

That  meet  us  in  his  word  I 
May  every  deep-felt  care  of  mine 

Be  trusted  with  the  Lord. 

Wait  for  his  seasonable  aid, 

And  though  it  tarry,  wait : 
The  promise  may  be  long  delayed, 

But  cannot  come  too  late. 


JJeace   I   iDeaue   tnitl)   f  00. 

Source  of  my  life's  refreshing  springs, 
Whose  presence  in  my  heart  sustains  me, 

Thy  love  appoints  me  pleasant  things. 
Thy  mercy  orders  all  that  pains  me. 


lOO  Hymnsof 

If  loving  hearts  were  never  lonely, 
If  all  they  wish  might  always  be, 

Accepting  what  they  look  for  only, 
They  might  be  glad,  but  not  in  thee. 

Well  may  thy  own  beloved,  who  see 
In  all  their  lot  their  Father's  pleasure, 

Bear  loss  of  all  they  love,  save  thee, 
Their  livincr,  everlasting  Treasure. 

Well  may  thy  happy  children  cease 
From  restless  wishes,  prone  to  sin. 

And,  in  thy  own  exceeding  peace. 
Yield  to  thy  daily  discipline. 

We  need  as  much  the  cross  we  bear, 
As  air  we  breathe — as  light  we  see ; 
It  draws  us  to  thy  side  in  prayer. 

It  binds  us^to  our  strength  in  thee. 


Thou  restless  soul ! 

How  long  wilt  thou  torment  me  ? 

And  when  shall  I  prevent  thee  ? 
Be  still,  and  yield  to  my  control. 

How  long  shall  thoughts  of  care 

So  wander  here  and  there  ? 
Now  on  my  Saviour  all  thy  burdens  roU. 


THE    Church    Militant.         101 

My  Lord,^my  guard, 

Who  dost  through  life  attend  me, 

And  everywhere  defend  me, 
So  that  my  foes  press  not  too  bard ; 

I  trust  thy  gracious  will, 

Now,  Lord,  my  murmurs  stiH ; 
Thy  mercies  only,  let  me  now  regard. 

"When  back  again 

Storms  come  to  try  their  power 

Lord  Jesus,  in  that  hour 
So  thou  wilt  at  my  side  remain, 

I  wiU  in  sorrow  sing. 

To  thee  my  service  bring. 
And  leave  my  way  with  thee  to  make  it  plain. 

I  look  to  thee ; 

Help  thou  my  weak  believing, 

All  help  from  thee  receiving, 
So  shall  my  trust  rise  up  to  thee 

With  every  weary  breath ; 

And  when  thou  sendest  death, 
Then,  0,  my  Grod,  thine  own  I  'U  ever  be. 


Praise    tl)e    H  ovh. 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice ; 

Him  serve  with  mirth,  his  praise  forth  teD; 
Come  ye  before  him  and  rejoice. 


102  Hymns    of 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  G-od  indeed ; 

Without  our  aid  he  did  us  make : 
We  are  his  flock,  he  doth  us  feed, 

And  for  his  sheep  he  doth  us  take. 

0  enter  thou  his  gates  with  praise, 
Approach  with  joy  his  courts  unto ; 

Praise,  laud,  and  bless  his  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

For  why  ?  the  Lord  our  G-od  is  good, 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure ; 

His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shaU  from  age  to  age  endure. 


Praising   ^im. 

Who  sings  with  such  rejoicing, 

In  tones  so  loud  and  sweet  ? 
A  lamb  from  Jesus'  pasture, 

A  soul  at  Jesus'  feet : 
A  sinner  who  through  favour 

Ls  counted  as  a  cliild, 
When  he  had  long  lamented 

His  heart  aU  sin-defiled. 

Here  am  I  ever  blessed, 

Here  ever  satisfied ; 
The  joys  cannot  be  numbered 

That  grow  on  every  side : 


THE   Church   Militant.         103 

My  "sins  are  all  forgiven, 

My  heart  is  made  anew, 
I  go  from  earth  to  heaven, 

And  Jesus  bears  me  through. 

For  this  I  love  and  praise  him, 

And  tell  it  unto  all ; 
I  will  gladly  do  or  suffer 

As  I  hear  my  Jesus  call : 
And  when  my  foes  come  round  me, 

They  cannot  stop  my  song ; 
His  love  doth  never  fail  me, 

And  joy  doth  make  me  strong. 

Come  here,  all  earth's  proud  children. 

Here  is  eternal  good  I 
Come  here,  ye  needy  sinners, 

Here  is  reviving  food ! 
Eenouncing  aU  rebellion. 

To  him  allegiance  vow. 
And  make  a  friend  of  Jesus — 

Come,  all  is  ready  now  I 


9:i)0n»    Boh,    BccBt   itte 

0  GrOD,  unseen,  but  not  unknown. 
Thine  eye  is  ever  fixed  on  me ; 

1  dwell  beneath  thy  secret  throne, 
Encompassed  by  the  Deity. 


104  Hymns    op 

Throughout  this  universe  of  space, 

To  nothing  am  I  long  allied, 
For  flight  of  time  and  change  of  place, 

My  strongest,  dearest  bonds  divide. 

Parents  I  had,  but  where  are  they  ? 

Friends  whom  I  l^new  I  know  no  more  J 
Companions,  once  that  cheered  my  way, 

Have  dropped  behind  or  gone  before. 

Now  I  am  one  amidst  a  crowd 
Of  hfe  and  action  hurrying  round ; 

Now  left  alone — for,  like  a  cloud, 

They  came,  they  went,  and  are  not  found. 

Even  from  myself  I  sometimes  part : 
Unconscious  sleep  is  nightly  death ; 

Tet  surely  by  my  couch  thou  art. 

To  prompt  my  pulse,  inspire  my  breath. 

Of  all  that  I  have  done  or  said, 

How  httle  can  I  now  recall ; 
Forgotten  things  to  me  are  dead. 

With  thee  they  hve — thou  know'st  them  aU. 

Thou  hast  been  with  me  from  the  womb. 
Witness  to  every  conflict  here ; 

Nor  wilt  thou  leave  me  at  the  tomb- 
Before  thy  bar  I  must  appear. 

The  moment  comes — the  only  one 

Of  all  my  time  to  be  foretold  ; 
Yet  when,  and  how,  and  where,  can  none 

Among  the  race  of  men  unfold. 


THE    C  H  u  11 0  H    Militant.         105 

The  moment  comes,  when  strength  shall  fail, 
When,  health  and  hope  and  courage  flown, 

I  must  go  down  into  the  vale 

And  shade  of  death,  with  thee  alone. 

Alone  with  thee !  in  that  dread  strife 

Uphold  me  in  mine  agony, 
And  gently  be  this  dying  life 

Exchanged  for  immortality. 

Then,  when  the  unbodied  spirit  lands 
Where  flesh  and  blood  hath  never  trod, 

And  in  the  unveiled  presence  stands, 
Of  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Be  mine  eternal  portion  tliis, 

Since  thou  wert  always  here  with  me, 
That  I  may  view  thy  face  in  bliss, 

And  be  for  evermore  with  thee. 


CS0b   oixv   preseroer 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

From  Grod  is  all  my  aid — 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made ; 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

My  feet  shall  never  shde, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 


106  Hymns    of 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  rae  from  my  fears : 
Those  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 

No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  G-od  be  with  me  there : 
Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade. 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 
I  '11  go  and  come. 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


erije    £orb    mg    Banner. 

If  God  be  on  my  side, 
Then  let  who  will  oppose, 

For  oft,  ere  now,  to  him  I  cried, 
And  he  hath  quelled  my  foes. 


THE    Church    Militant.         107 

If  Jesus  he  my  friend, 

If  Grod  doth  love  me  well, 
What  matters  all  my  foes  intend, 

Though  strong  they  be,  and  fell 

Here  I  can  firmly  rest, 

I  dare  to  boast  of  this. 
That  Grod,  the  highest  and  the  best^ 

My  Friend  and  Father  is. 
From  dangerous  snares  he  saves ; 

Where'er  he  bids  me  go. 
He  checks  the  storms  and  calms  the  wave^^, 

Nor  lets  aught  work  me  woe. 

I  rest  upon  the  ground 

Of  Jesus  and  his  blood, 
For  'tis  through  him  that  I  have  found 

The  true  eternal  Grood. 
Nought  have  I  of  mine  own. 

Nought  in  the  life  I  lead  : 
What  Christ  hath  given  me,  that  alone 

Is  worth  aU  love  indeed. 

His  Spirit  in  me  dwells. 

O'er  all  my  mind  he  reigns, 
All  care  and  sadness  he  dispels, 

And  soothes  away  all  pains ; 
He  prospers,  day  by  day. 

His  work  within  my  heart, 
Till  I  have  strength  and  faith  to  say, 

Thou,  God,  my  Father  art  1 


108  Hymns    of 

When  weakness  on  me  lies, 

And  tempts  me  to  despair, 
He  speaketh  words  and  utters  sighs 

Of  more  than  mortal  prayer; 
But  what  no  tongue  can  tell, 

Thou,  Grod,  canst  hear  and  see, 
Who  readest  in  the  heart  full  well 

If  aught  there  pleaseth  thee. 

He  whispers  in  my  breast 

Sweet  words  of  holy  cheer. 
How  he  who  seeks  in  G-od  his  rest, 

Shall  ever  find  him  near ; 
How  Grod  hath  built  above 

A  city  fair,  and  new, 
Where  eye  and  heart  shall  see  and  prove 

What  faith  hath  counted  true. 

There  is  prepared  on  high 

My  lieritage,  my  lot : 
Though  here  on  earth  I  fail  and  die, 

My  heaven  shall  fail  me  not. 
Though  here  my  days  are  dark. 

And  oft  my  tears  must  rain. 
Where'er  my  Saviour's  light  I  mark, 

All  things  grow  bright  again. 

Who  joins  him  to  that  Lord 
Whom  Satan  flics  and  hates, 

Shall  find  himself  despised,  abhorred; 
For  him  the  burden  waits 


i 


THE    Church    Militant.         109 

Of  mockery  and  shame, 

Heaped  on  his  guiltless  head ; 
And  crosses,  trials,  cruel  blame. 

Shall  be  his  daily  bread. 

I  knew  it  long  ere  now, 

Yet  am  I  not  afraid  ; 
The  Grod  to  whom  I  pledged  my  vot» 

Will  surely  send  me  aid. 
At  cost  of  all  I  have, 

At  cost  of  life  and  limb, 
I  cling  to  Grod,  who  yet  shall  save, 

I  will  not  turn  from  him. 

The  world  may  fail  and  flee, 

Thou  stpndest  fast  for  ever  ; 
Not  fire,  or  sword,  or  plague,  from  thee 

My  trusting  soul  shall  sever. 
No  hunger,  and  no  thirst, 

No  poverty  or  pain. 
Let  mighty  princes  do  their  worat, 

Shall  fright  me  back  again. 

No  joys  that  angels  know, 

No  throne  or  wide-spread  fame, 
No  love  or  loss,  no  fear  or  woe. 

No  grief  of  heart  or  shame — 
Man  cannot  aught  conceive 

Of  pleasure  or  of  harm, 
That  e'er  could  tempt  my  soul  to  leave 

Her  refuge  in  thine  arm. 

My  heart  for  gladness  springs, 
It  cannot  more  be  sad, 
10 


110  Hymns    OF 

For  very  joy  it  laughs  and  sings, 
Sees  nought  but  sunshine  glad. 

The  sun  that  glads  mine  eyes 
Is  Christ,  the  Lord  I  love, 

I  sing  for  joy  of  that  which  Hes 
Stored  up  for  us  above. 


STljB    fcivonx   is    £ife. 

Pass  away,  earthly  joy, 

Jesus  is  naine ! 

Break,  every  mortal  tie, 

Jesus  is  mine  I 

Dark  is  the  wilderness ; 

Distant  the  resting-place ; 

Jesus  alone  can  bless : 

Jesus  is  mine  I 

Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine  I 
Here  would  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine  I 
Perishing  things  of  clay. 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day. 
Pass  from  my  heart  away : 

Jesus  is  mine  1 

Fare  ye  well,  dreams  of  night, 
Jesus  is  mine  I 

Mine  is  a  dawning  bright, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 


THE    C  ii  u  R  c  H    Militant.         Ill 

All  that  my  soul  has  tried 
Left  but  a  dismal  void ; 
Jesus  has  satisfied : 

Jesus  is  mine  I 

Farewell,  mortality, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Welcome,  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine  1 
Welcome,  a  Saviour's  breast^ 
Welcome,  ye  scenes  of  rest, 
Welcome,  ye  mansions  blest : 

Jesus  is  mine  I 


iXiote   t\)an  CHonquerors. 

'Tis  finished,  'tis  done,  the  spirit  is  fled ; 
The  pris'ner  is  gone,  the  Christian  is  dead; 
The  Christian  is  living,  through  Jesus's  love. 
And  gladly  receiving  a  Idngdom  above. 

Ail  honor  and  praise  are  Jesus's  due : 
Supported  by  grace  he  fought  his  way  through  ; 
Triumphantly  glori."*u3  through  Jesus's  zeal. 
And  more  than  \dctorious  o'er  sin,  death,  and  hell. 

Then  let  us  record  the  conquering  name ; 
Our  Captain  and  Lord  with  shoutings  proclaim  ; 
Who  trust  in  his  passion,  and  follow  our  Head, 
To  certain  salvation  we  all  shall  be  led. 


112  Hymns    of 

0  Jesus !  lead  on  thy  militant  care ; 
And  give  us  the  crown  of  righteousness  there, 
Where,  dazzled  with  glory,  the  seraphim  gaze, 
Or  prostrate  adore  thee,  in  silence  of  praise. 

Come,  Lord,  and  display  thy  sign  in  the  sky, 
And  bear  us  away  to  mansions  on  high : 
The  kingdom  be  given,  the  purchase  divine, 
And  crown  us  in  heaven  eternally  thine. 


Sleep  well,  thou  Httle  guest  of  earth, 
Thou  hast  the  Lord  for  friend ; 

Sleep  soft,  for  thou  art  blest, 

In  Jesus'  hand  at  rest, 
He  gives  thee  blessings  without  end. 

Come  on  !  to  such  sweet  heaven-joy 
May  he  our  souls  prepare. 

Like  children  if  we  be, 

We  shall  that  glory  see, 
Then  death  is  only  entrance  there. 

Now  sleep,  sleep  soft,  and  fear  thou  nought, 
The  judgment  hath  no  dread ; 

Safe  in  the  grave's  dark  night 
Death  cannot  thee  aflfright, 
Jesus  himself  doth  watch  thy  bed. 


THE    Church    Militant.         113 

0  well  for  thee !  so  safe,  so  sure, 

Until  eternity  ; 

Jesus  defends  thy  sleep, 
Jesus  sure  watch  will  keep ; 

How  sweet,  how  soft  thy  rest  shall  be ! 


To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine. 
Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand ; 

And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine. 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

The  present  moment  flies. 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
0  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 

That  they  may  live  to-day. 

Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken,  by  thine  almighty  power, 

The  aged  and  the  young. 

One  thing  demands  our  care ; 

0  be  it  still  pursued ! 
Lest^  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 

Should  never  be  renewed. 

To  Jesus  may  we  fly 

Swift  as  the  morning  light. 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 

In  sudden,  endless  night 
10^ 


114  Hymns    op 


B  e  2^   perfect. 

0  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
0  that  my  Grod  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  do  his  wiU. 

0  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart  I 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 

Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip. 
Yet  slaco  I  've  not  forgot  thy  way, 

Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  dehghtful  road ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands 

Offend  against  my  God. 


THE    Church    Militant.         115 


(Ei  me. 

0  TIME,  how  few  thy  value  weigh  I 
How  few  will  estimate  a  day ! 
Days,  months,  and  years  are  rolling  on, 
The  soul  neglected  and  undone. 

In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys. 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  employs. 
While  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 
Eager  to  stop  the  hving  tide. 

Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 
Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  designed 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind  ? 

For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
He  fashioned  all  the  sons  of  time ; 
Pilgrims  on  earth,  but  soon  to  be 
The  heirs  of  immortality. 

This  season  of  your  being,  know, 
Is  given  to  you  your  seed  to  sow ; 
Wisdom  and  folly's  differing  grain, 
In  future  worlds  is  bliss  and  pain. 

Then  let  me  erery  day  review, 
Idle  or  busy,  search  it  through ; 
And  while  probation's  minutes  last, 
Let  every  day  amend  the  past. 


116  Hymns    of 


Sinners  !  turn — why  will  ye  die  ? 
Grod,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why : 
Grod,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands ; 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands — 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love  and  die  ? 

Sinners,  turn — why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why : 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  the  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

Sinners,  turn — why  will  ye  die  ? 
Grod,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  : 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Urged  you  to  embrace  his  love ; 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
0  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 


THE    Church   Militant.         137 


toitl)out   holiness. 

Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven 
Who  love  this  world  so  well  ? 

Or  dream  of  future  happiness 
While  on  the  road  to  hell  ? 

Shall  they  hosannas  sing 

With  an  unhallowed  tongue  ? 

Shall  palms  adorn  the  guilty  hand 
"Which  does  its  neighbour  wrong? 

Can  sin's  deceitful  way 

Conduct  to  Zion's  hill  ? 
Or  those  expect  with  God  to  reigu, 
Who  disregard  his  Avill  ? 

Thy  grace,  0  Grod,  alone, 

Can  a  good  hope  afford ! 
The  pardoned  and  renewed  shall  see 

The  glory  of  the  Lord. 


^eauenraarb. 

Heavenward  our  road  doth  lie, 
And  as  strangers  journey  we, 

0  thou  promised  land  on  high, 
Through  the  wilderness  to  thee  I 

We  are  but  a  pilgrim  band, 

Yonder  is  our  Fatherland. 


118  Hymns    of 

Heavemvard  then  rise,  my  soul, 
If  to  heaven  thou  art  heir ; 

Let  not  earth  thy  love  control, 
Lay  not  up  thy  riches  there  : 

One  who  God  hath  seen  and  known 

Thenceforth  turns  to  him  alone. 

Heavenward  !  Grod  saith  to  me, 
By  his  word  and  by  his  grace ; 

Shows  me  where  my  rest  shall  be, 
Calls  me  on  to  view  his  face : 

When  this  word  is  in  aay  heart 

Earth  and  I  already  part. 

Heavenward!  my  faith  doth  show 
From  afar  the  shining  gates. 

And  my  heart  springs  up  to  know 
All  that  in  their  folding  waits : 

Sun  and  stars  too  faintly  shine 

After  yonder  gleam  divine. 

Heavenwa,rd  shall  death,  at  last, 
In  his  hand  my  spirit  bear; 

Safe,  at  home,  all  troubles  past, 
I  shall  reign  for  ever  there  I 

Jesus  that  same  way  hath  gone, 

I  with  joy  may  follow  on. 

Heavenward,  ah  heavenward  I 
This  my  daily  choice  shall  be ; 

Earth's  sweet  voices  are  unheard, 
I  would  heaven";  glory  see : 

Heavenward  the  waves  I'U  breast 

Till  in  heaven  I  am  at  rest. 


THE    Church   Militant.         119 


^l)z   Comforter. 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 

His  last  farewell, 
A  guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 

With  us  to  dwell. 

He  came  in  tongues  of  Uving  flame, 

To  teach,  subdue; 
AH  powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 

As  viewless  too. 

He  comes,  his  graces  to  impart; 

A  willinG:  o-uest, 
While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart 

Wherein  to  rest. 

He  breathes  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

As  breeze  of  even, 
That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear. 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

And  all  the  good  that  we  possess, 

His  gift  we  own ; 
Yea,  every  thought  of  hoUness, 

And  victory  won. 

Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 

Our  weakness  see ; 
0  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 

And  worthier  thee. 


120  Hymns    of 


tOalking   roitl)    (Sob. 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 

And,  hke  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies : 

From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  weariness  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shinea 

0  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 

With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
March  on  and  keep  the  heavenly  way. 

But  I  shall  rove,  and  lose  the  race, 
If  Grod,  my  Sun,  should  disappear, 

And  leave  me  in  tliis  world's  wide  maze 
To  follow  every  wandering  star. 

Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes ; 

Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure, 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide. 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 

All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faiut  and  cold  compared  with  thia 


THE   Church   Militant.         121 


(£>  bebience. 

Th'  importance  of  a  sacred  rite 

Depends  upon  the  Lord ; 
For  he'  s  a  Being  infinite, 

And  awful  is  his  word. 

If  he  a  trifle  shall  command 

His  creatures  to  fulfil, 
'Tis  not  a  trifle  to  withstand 

Or  counteract  his  will. 

Adam  might  think  the  thing  but  small, 
And  ventured  to  transgress ; 

But  it  produced  a  dreadful  fall 
To  all  the  human  race. 

'Twas  but  a  little  wherein  Saul 

His  God  did  disobey ; 
But  what  reward  had  he  for  all 

The  labour  of  that  day  ? 

The  prophet,  unto  Bethel  sent 

With  messages  express, 
"Was  by  a  furious  Hon  rent 

For  eating  at  the  place. 

The  man  who  did  refuse  to  smit© 

The  prophet  of  the  Lord, 
Was  slain  for  his  presumptuous  slight 

Of  the  mysterious  word. 


122  Hymns    of 

Naaman  contemns,  with  proud  disdain, 
To  wash  in  Jordan's  flood, 

Concluding  that  it  would  be  vain, 
Or  others  were  as  good. 

These  may  appear  but  little  tilings 

To  do,  or  not  to  do ; 
But  see  what  grievous  evil  springs 

When  not  attended  to. 

Our  business  is  to  learn  to  know 
Our  great  Redeemer's  will. 

And  with  alacrity  to  go 
His  pleasure  to  fulfil. 

Whether  the  thing  be  great  or  small, 

It  matters  not  to  us ; 
He  is  the  Potter,  and  we  all 

Are  vessels  for  his  use. 


To  keep  the  lamp  alive. 
With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl ; 

'Tis  water  makes  the  willow  thrive, 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  souL 

The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 
Supplies  the  living  stream  ; 

It  is  not  at  our  own  command. 
But  still  derived  from  him. 


THE   Church   Militant.         123 

Beware  of  Peter's  word, 

Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  will  deny  thee.  Lord," 

But  ''  Grant  I  never  may." 

Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone  ; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak. 

Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

A.nd  in  his  grace  confide  ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 

Than  all  your  work  beside. 

In  Jesus  is  our  store  : 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne ; 
Whoever  says,  ''  I  want  no  more," 

Confesses  he  has  none. 


Safely  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way, 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 

Gn  the  approaching  Sabbath-day : 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best. 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

Mercies,  multipHed  each  hour. 

Through  the  week  our  praise  demand ; 


124  Hymns   of 

Gruarded  by  Almigiity  power, 

Fed  and  guided  by  his  hand. 
Though  ungrateful  we  have  been, 
Only  made  returns  of  sin. 

While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciled  face ; 

Shine  away  our  sin  and  shame. 

From  our  worldly  care  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  night  with  thee. 

When  the  morn  shall  bid  us  rise. 
May  we  feel  thy  presence  near  I 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 
When  we  in  thy  house  appear ! 

There  aflford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

May  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints — 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 

Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  Church  above ! 


®he  i^lorning  of  a   t!  orb's  JDag. 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 

Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
11* 


THE   Church   Militant.         125 

So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand ; 

And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour 

That  vision  so  divine ! 

Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

Not  Ufe  itself,  with  all  her  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move. 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 

As  thy  forgiving  love. 

Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day 

I'll  bless  my  Cod  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 


®l)e   Eternal  Sabbat^. 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows 
On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thy  house ; 
And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 
The  songs  which  from  the  desert  rise. 


126  Hymns    of 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love. 
But  there'  s  a  nobler  rest  above ; 
To  that  our  labouring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

0  long-expected  day,  begin  ; 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  siu ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rest  with  God, 


I  KNOW  in  whom  I  believe, 
And  that  he  doth  live  on  high ; 
When  down  in  the  dust  I  lie 

He  will  my  spirit  receive. 

I  know  unto  whom  I  flee 

When  all  else  totters  and  falls ; 
Who  heareth  my  trembling  calls, 
And  reacheth  his  hand  to  me. 


THE    Church    Militant.         127 

I  know  my  faith's  resting-place ; 

I  know  when  this  earth  grows  dim 

I  shall  forever  see  him, 
My  Lord !  even  face  to  face. 

He  will  dry  away  my  tears, 

So  comforting  and  so  kind ! 

And  in  him  my  restless  mind 
Shall  be  still  through  endless  years  I 

I  know  by  whom  I  shaU  rise 

When  I  am  glorified ; 

I  shall  stand  at  Jesus'  side, 
With  a  life  that  never  dies. 


gtire    anh    0teabfttst< 

The  promises  I  sing, 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke; 
Nor  will  the  eternal  King 
His  words  of  grace  revoke ; 
They  stand  secure 
And  steadfast  still ; 
Not  Zion's  hill 
Abides  so  sure. 

The  mountains  melt  away 

When  once  the  Judge  appears, 


128  Hymns    of 

And  sun  and  moon  decay, 
That  measure  mortals'  years; 
But  still  the  same, 
In  radiant  lines, 
The  promise  shines 
Through  all  the  flame : 

Their  harmony  shall  sound 

Through  my  attentive  ears. 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground, 
And  dissipate  the  spheres; 
'Midst  all  the  shock 
Of  that  dread  scene, 
I  stand  serene, 
Thy  word  my  rock. 


!3b   faitl)   tDc    HnotD. 

0  Faith  1  thou  workest  miracles 

Upon  the  hearts  of  men. 
Choosing  thy  home  in  those  same  hearts 

We  know  not  how  or  when. 

To  one  thy  grave  unearthly  truths 

A  heavenly  vision  seem ; 
While  to  another's  eye  they  are 

A  superstitious  dream. 

To  one  the  deepest  doctrines  look 

So  naturally  true, 
That  when  he  learns  the  lesson  first 

He  hardly  thinks  it  new. 


THE    Church    Militant.         129 

To  other  hearts  the  selfsame  truths 

No  hght  or  heat  can  bring ; 
They  are  but  puzzUng  phrases  strung 

Like  beads  upon  a  string. 

O  gia  of  gifts !  0  grace  of  Faith ! 

My  God  !  how  can  it  be 
That  thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 

Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 

There  was  a  place,  there  was  a  time, 

Whether  by  night  or  day, 
Thy  Spirit  came  and  left;  that  gift, 

And  went  upon  his  way. 

How  many  hearts  thou  mightst  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine  ! 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 

Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine ! 

Ah  Grace !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come  ; 
The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 

In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

How  will  they  die,  how  will  they  die, 

How  bear  the  cross  of  grief, 
Who  have  not  got  the  hght  of  faith, 

The  courage  of  belief? 

The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross. 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light, — 
Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 

When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 


130  Hymnsop 

0  happy,  bappy  that  I  am  I 
If  thou  canst  be,  0  Faith ! 

The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 

Thy  choice,  0  G-od  of  goodness,  then 

I  lovingly  adore ; 
0  give  me  grace  to  keep  thy  grace, 

And  grace  to  merit  more  I 


^))c   Sinner   to   (El)ri0t. 

My  spirit  longeth  for  thee 
To  dwell  within  my  breast; 

Although  I  am  unworthy 
Of  so  divine  a  guest! 

Of  so  divine  a  guest 
Unworthy  though  I  be; 

Yet  hath  my  he^rt  no  rest 
Until  it  come  to  thee ! 

Until  it  come  to  thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see, 

No  rest  is  to  be  found  I 

No  rest  is  to  be  found 
But  in  thy  bleeding  love  : 

0 !  let  my  wish  be  crowned, 
And  send  it  from  above  I 


THE    Church    Militant.        131 


HD  i  e  s   Ir  ce. 

The  day  of  wrath !  that  dreadful  day, 
"When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  I 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroU, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead ; 

Oh  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay; 
Be  thou,  0  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 


iDitI)0ut   potoer. 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  13 1 
Our  sin  how  deep  it  stains  I 

And  Satan  holds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

But  there 's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word, 

Ho,  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord. 


132  Hyxvins    of 

My  soui  obeys  tii'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord, 

0  help  my  unbelief. 

To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 

Fi'om  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  sins  subdue ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 

With  his  apostate  crew. 

A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  Idnd  arms  I  fiiU  ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 


(jll)rist    anh  §\q  Uigliteousneee 

No  rhore,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 

I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before 
To  tiust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss; 

My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 
12 


THE    Church   Militaxt.         133 

Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 

0  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake  I 

The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 

But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 


tol)at   10   2<^nt    £ife? 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty, 
To  thee,  against  myself,  to  thee, 

A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry ; 
A  half-awakened  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 

A  sinner  born  to  die. 

Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 

Secure,  insensible ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Kemoves  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

0  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress : 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  riirhteousness. 


184  Hymns    of 

Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  como 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bhss  t'  ensure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight. 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  dehght, 

And  everlasting  love. 


Saue,    toxh,    or   3    perisl). 

0  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near ; 

Come  quickly  to  help  a  lost  soul ;  - 

To  comfort  a  mourner,  appear,  M 

And  make  a  poor  penitent  whole: 
The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply 

(Thou  seest  the  sore  anguish  I  feel) ; 
Save,  Lord,  or  I  perish,  I  die ; 

0  save,  or  I  sink  into  hell. 


THE    Church    Militant.         135 

I  sink,  if  thou  longer  delay 

Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  show ; 
Come  quickly,  and  kindly  display 

The  power  of  thy  passion  below : 
By  all  thou  hast  done  for  my  sake, 

One  drop  of  thy  blood  I  implore  ; 
Now,  now  let  it  touch  me,  and  make 

The  sinner  a  sinner  no  more. 


9ri)e    €l)ri0tian   Uacc, 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigour  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 

A  crowd  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 

To  thine  aspiring  eye  ; — 

That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright. 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast. 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  mouarchs'  gems 

Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 


136  Hymnsok 

Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun ; 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 

I  '11  lay  my  honours  down. 


"Xot   nnto   Ms. 

The  countless  multitude  on  high, 

Who  tune  their  songs  to  Jesus'  name, 

AU  merit  of  their  own  deny, 

And  Jesus'  worth  alone  proclaim. 

Firm,  on  the  ground  of  sovereign  grace, 
They  stand  before  Jehovah's  throne; 

The  only  song  in  that  blest  place 
Is,  "  Thou  art  worthy,  thou  alone." 

With  spotless  robes  of  purest  white, 
And  branches  of  triumphal  palm, 

They  shout,  with  transports  of  delight, 
The  ceaseless,  universal  psalm  : 

"  Salvation's  glory  all  be  paid 
To  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne. 

And  to  the  Lamb,  whose  blood  was  shed ; 
Thou,  thou  art  worthy,  thou  alone.  " 


TBE    Church    Militant.  137 

Cljrist    our   Sacrifice. 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace 

Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  hke  a  penitent  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

Beheving,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


8n)e    ©oob    pi)r)sician, 

How  lost  was  my  condition 
TiU  Jesus  made  me  whole ! 

There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul  1 


138  Hymns    op 

Next  door  to  death  he  found  mfi, 
And  ransomed  from  the  grave, 

To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wond'rous  power  to  save. 

The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compared  witli  sin ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within : 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness — all  combined ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain : 
Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me. 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 

At  length  this  great  Physician- 
How  matchless  is  his  grace  I — 

Accepted  my  petition. 
And  undertook  my  case : 

First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 
For  sin  my  eyes  had  sealed, 

Then  bade  me  look  unto  him : 
I  looked,  and  I  was  healed. 

A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 


THE    Church    Militant.         139 

At  once  from  anguish  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soui  from  death : 

Come  then  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he  '11  freely  give, 

He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  only — ^look,  and  live. 


©1)0   NetD    Qr0r)cnant   Sealeb. 

"  The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

Shall  stand  for  ever  good ;" 
He  said — and  gave  his  soul  to  death. 

And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I  set  my  woithless  name ; 
I  seal  the  engagement  to  my  Lord, 

And  make  mj  humble  claim, 

Thy  light,  and  strength,  and  pardoning  grace 

And  glory  shall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  soul,  mj  heart  and  flesh, 

And  all  mj  powers  are  thine. 

I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath ; 
'Twas  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 

And  ratified  in  death. 


140  Hymns    of 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  his  name 
Who  blest  us  in  his  will ; 

And  to  the  test'ment  of  his  love 
Made  his  own  hfe  the  seal! 


Praise. 

Ejng  of  glorie,  King  of  peace, 

I  will  love  thee : 
And  that  love  may  never  cease, 

I  will  move  thee. 

Thou  hast  granted  my  request, 
Thou  hast  heard  me  : 

Thou  didst  note  my  working  breast, 
Thou  hast  spared  me. 

Wherefore  with  my  utmost  art 

I  will  sing  thee, 
And  the  cream  of  all  my  heart 

I  will  bring  thee. 

Though  my  sinnes  against  me  cried. 
Thou  didst  clear  me ; 

And  alone,  when  they  replied, 
Thou  didst  heare  me. 

Seven  whole  dayes,  not  one  in  seven, 

I  will  praise  thee. 
In  my  heart,  though  not  in  heaven, 

I  can  raise  thee. 


THE    Church    Militant.         141 

Thou  grew'st  soft  and  moist  with  tears, 

Thou  relentedst ; 
And  when  Justice  called  for  fears, 

Thou  dissentedst. 

Small  it  is,  in  this  poore  sort, 

To  enroll  thee : 
Even  eternitie  is  too  short 

To  extoll  thee. 


^opc    (J^  1)  0  tt    in    (3oh. 

0  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turned  to  gladness ; 

Bid  thy  restless  fears  be  gone : 
Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

What  though  Satan's  strong  temptationi 
Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day ; 

And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay : 
Thou  shalt  conquer, 

Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 
From  without  and  from  within ; 

Jesus  saith  he  '11  ne'er  forget  thee, 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin : 
He  is  faithful 

To  perform  his  gracious  word. 


142  Hymns    of 

Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 

His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee ; 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  I 
Therefore  praise  him — 

Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

0  that  I  could  now  adore  him 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 

Who  forever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love ! 
Happy  songsters ! 

When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 


9ri)ou   art   toortl)5. 

G-LORT  to  God  on  high  I 
Let  earth  and  skies  reply ; 

Praise  ye  his  name  : 
His  love  and  grace  adore. 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore ; 
Sing  loud  for  evermore, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

Jesus,  our  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  sin's  tremendous  load ; 

Praise  ye  his  name : 
Tell  what  his  arm  hath  done, 
What  spoils  from  death  he  won ; 
Sing  his  great  name  alone  : 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 


THE    Church    Militant.         143 

While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name : 
Those  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  their  peace  with  Grod, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad : 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  holy  Lord  to  bless ; 

Praise  ye  his  name : 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

What  though  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name : 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring, 
Hail  him  onr  gracious  Eang, 
And  without  ceasing  sing. 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

Then  let  the  hosts  above, 
In  realms  of  endless  love, 

Praise  his  dear  name : 
To  him  ascribed  be 
Honour  and  majesty. 
Through  all  eternity : 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 


144  Hymns    of 


(in)£    Zcopavh ,    l)is    Spots. 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load  I 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 

To  happiness  and  Grod. 

The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 

In  paths  of  ruin  stray  ; 
Reason,  debased,  can  never  find 

The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 

Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  almighty  Saviour,  thine, 

To  form  the  heart  anew. 

'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall. 

And  bid  them  upward  rise ; 
And  make  the  ecales  of  errour  fall 

From  reason's  darkened  eyes. 

To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  hve  ; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 

Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

0  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine  I 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 

Almigiity  Lord,  be  thine. 


THE    Church    Militant.         H5 


inilt    ^i}on    be    ma  he    QlUant 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners  mined  by  the  fall ; 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all, 
In  a  fuU,  pei-petual  tide, 
Opened  when  our  Saviour  died. 

Come  in  poverty  and  meanness, 
Come  defiled,  without,  within; 

From  infection  and  uncleanness, 
From  the  leprosy  of  sin. 

Wash  your  robes,  and  make  them  white: 

Ye  shall  walk  with  Grod  in  light 


Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition. 
Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind ; 

Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find ; 

Health  this  fountain  wiU  restore, 

He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 

He  that  drinks  shall  hve  forever ; 

'Tis  a  soul-renewing  flood  : 
God  is  faithful — God  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  in  blood ; 
Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Sealed  when  he  was  glorified. 
13 


HC  H  Y  M  N  9     O  F 


Corb,   I    Selietie. 

Unto  thine  altar,  LorJ, 

A  broken  heart  I  bring ; 
And  wilt  thou  graciously  accept 

Of  such  a  worthless  thing  ? 

To  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

My  faith  directs  its  eyes ; 
Thou  mayst  reject  that  worthless  thing, 

But  not  his  sacrifice. 

AVhen  he  gave  up  his  life 

The  law  was  satisfied ; 
And  now  to  its  severer  claims, 

I  answer,  "  Jesus  died." 


ari)e   Q^oil  tliat  3  tOonlb  Not. 

Jesus  my  Grod,  my  All  in  all. 

Display  thy  power,  unveil  thy  face  : 

Wilt  thou  not  hear  when  sinners  call  ? 
Is  not  thy  reign  a  reign  of  grace  ? 


A  thousand  times  my  tongue  hath  said, 
"  Bought  with  a  price,  I'm  not  my  own ; 

A  thousand  times  my  soul  hath  fled 
And  sought  relief  before  thy  throne. 


." 


THE   Church   Militant.         147 

But  now  I  grope  as  in  the  night, 

I  can't  beHeve,  I  dare  not  trust ; 
My  path  is  hedged,  I  see  no  light, 

My  hopes  are  prostrate  in  the  dust 

With  fears  that  all  experience  past 
Has  been  delusive,  false,  and  vain, 

I  dread,  lest  falling  short  at  last, 
I  never  shall  the  prize  obtain. 

When  to  the  cross  I  wish  to  fly, 

And  see  the  blood  of  sprinkling  flow, 

To  Sinai's  mount,  not  Calvary, 
A  legal  spirit  bids  me  go. 

Striving  to  stretch  my  withered  arms, 

I  fain  would  give  myself  away ; 
But  sins  and  guilt  excite  alarms, 

And  check  a  near  approach  to  thee. 

O !  if  already  I've  believed, 

If  Christ  and  I  indeed  are  one, 
Then  prove  thyself  my  Help  and  Shield, 

Or  let  the  work  be  now  begun. 

Show  me  a  token,  Lord,  for  good, 
And  let  me  know  that  I  am  thine ; 

Dispel  my  doubts,  disperse  the  cloud, 
And  on  my  soul  benignant  shine. 

Now  let  thy  Spirit  from  above 

Bear  witness  to  my  troubled  heart ; 

Xow  shed  abroad  my  Father's  lov^ 
And  filial  confidence  impart 


148  Hymnsop 

Then  shall  my  foes,  who  hate  me,  see 
That  Grod  is  faithful  to  his  saints ; 

That  he  hath  heard  and  helped  me, 

And  changed  to  praise  my  sad  complaints. 


^[)c  Kei}  of  t\)e  Morning  ani  tl)c 
£ock  of  Nigljt. 

Come  to  the  morning  prayer, 

Come  let  us  kneel  and  pray ; 
Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 

To  walk  with  Grod  all  day. 

At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

Of  Ages  rest  and  pray ; 
Sweet  is  that  shadow  from  the  heat 

When  the  sun  smites  by  day. 


At  eve,  shut  to  the  door. 
Round  the  home  altar  pray. 

And  finding  there  "  the  house  of  God," 
At  "  heaven's  gate"  close  the  day. 

When  midnight  seals  our  eyes, 

Let  each  in  spirit  say, 
"  I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 

With  tliee  to  watch  and  pray." 


I 


THE   Church   Militant.         149 


power  of  prater. 

In  themselves  as  weak  as  worms, 
How  can  poor  believers  stand, 

When  temptations,  foes,  and  storms 
Press  them  close  on  every  hand  ? 

Weak,  indeed,  they  feel  they  are, 
But  they  know  the  throne  of  grace ; 

And  the  Grod  who  answers  prayer 
Helps  them  when  they  seek  his  face. 

Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay. 
Succour  they  at  length  obtain ; 

He  who  taught  their  hearts  to  pray 
Will  not  let  them  cry  in  vain. 

Wrestling  prayer  can  wonders  do, 
Bring  rehef  in  deepest  straits ; 

Prayer  can  force  a  passage  through 
Iron  bars  and  brazen  gates. 

Hezekiah,  on  his  knees, 

Proud  Assyria's  host  subdued ; 

And  when  smitten  with  disease. 
Had  his  life  by  prayer  renewed. 

Peter,  though  confined  and  chained, 
Prayer  prevailed  and  brought  him  out; 

When  Elijah  prayed  it  rained, 
After  three  long  years  of  drought 
13* 


150  Hymnsof 

We  can  likewise  witness  bear 
Tliat  the  Lord  is  still  the  same ; 

Thoug'h  we  feared  he  would  not  hear, 
Suddenly  deliverance  came. 

For  the  wonders  he  has  wrought 
Let  us  now  our  praises  give ; 

And  by  sweet  experience  taught, 
Call  upon  him  while  we  live. 


^\)c    ilXoining    £igl}t. 

Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Brightest  beam  of  love  divine, 

With  thy  early  morning  rays 
Do  thou  on  our  darkness  shine ; 

And  dispel  with  purest  Ught 

All  our  night ! 

As  on  drooping  herb  or  flower 
Falls  the  soft,  refreshing  dew, 

Let  thy  Spmt's  grace  and  power 
All  our  weary  souls  renew ; 

Showers  of  blessing  over  all 

Softly  fall  I 

Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray, 

May  thy  love,  with  tender  glow. 

All  our  coolness  melt  away, 
Wa,rm  and  cheer  us  forth  to  go, 

G-ladly  serve  thee  and  obey 

All  the  day  I 


THE    CnuRCH    Militant.         151 

0  our  only  Hope  and  Guide  I 

i^ever  leave  us  nor  forsake : 
Keep  us  ever  at  thy  side 

Till  the  eternal  morning  break ; 
Moving  on  to  Zion's  hill, 
Homeward  still ! 

Lead  us  all  our  days  and  years 
In  thy  straight  and  narrow  way  ; 

Lead  us  through  the  vale  of  tears 
To  the  land  of  perfect  day, 

Where  thy  people,  fully  blest, 

Safely  rest  1 


^t  (Bvcninq  ^ime  it  Sliall  be  Cigljt. 

We  journey  through  a  vale  of  tears 

By  many  a  cloud  o'ercast ; 
And  worldly  cares  and  worldly  fears 

Go  with  us  to  the  last, 

Not  to  the  last !     Thy  word  hath  said, 

Could  we  but  read  aright, 
Poor  pilgrim,  Hft  in  hope  thy  head  ; 

At  e\"e  it  shall  be  light ! 

Though  earthbom  shadows  now  may  shroud 

Thy  stormy  path  awhile ; 
God's  blessed  word  can  part  each  cloud, 

And  bid  the  sunshine  smile. 


152  Hymns    op 

Only  believe  in  living  faith, 
His  love  and  power  divine ; 

And  ere  thy  sun  shall  set  in  death, 
His  Ught  shall  round  thee  shine. 

When  tempest  clouds  are  dark  on  high, 
His  bow  of  love  and  peace 

Shines  sweetly  in  the  vaulted  sky — 
A  pledge  that  storms  shall  cease. 

Hold  on  thy  way  with  hope  unchiUed, 

By  faith  and  not  by  sight, 
And  thou  shalt  own  his  word  fulfilled ; 

At  eve  it  shall  be  light ! 


^  c  at)cn. 

N"oR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 

What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  who  love  the  Son. 

But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  : 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word, 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips  nor  envious  eye 

Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 


THE   Church   Militant.         153 

Those  lioly  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 

But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
There  all  their  names  are  found ; 

The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heavenly  ground. 


Through  tribulations  deep 

The  way  to  glory  is ; 
This  stormy  course  I  keep 
On  these  tempestuous  seas : 
By  waves  and  winds  I  'm  tossed  and  driven, 
Freighted  with  grace,  and  bound  for  heaven. 

Sometimes  temptations  blow 

A  dreadful  hurricane, 
And  high  the  waters  flow, 
And  o'er  the  sides  break  in ; 
But  still  my  little  sliip  out-braves 
The  blustering  winds  and  surging  waves. 

When  I,  in  my  distress, 

My  anchor,  Hope,  can  cast 
Within  the  promises. 
It  holds  my  vessel  fast : 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides. 
Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides. 


154  Hymns    of 

If  a  dead  calm  ensues, 

And  heaven  no  breezes  give, 
The  oar  of  prayer  I  use, 

And  try,  and  toil,  and  strive ; 
Through  storms  and  calms,  for  many  a  day, 
I  make  but  very  little  way. 

But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 

Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail, 
My  vessel  goes  vdth  ease 
Before  the  pleasant  gale ; 
And  runs  as  much  an  hour  or  more 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

Hid  by  the  clouds  from  sight. 

The  sun  doth  not  appear ; 
Nor  can  I  in  the  night 
Behold  the  moon  or  stars ; 
Sometimes  for  days  and  weeks,  or  more, 
I  cannot  see  the  sky  and  shore. 

As  at  the  time  of  noon 

My  quadrant  faith  I  take. 
To  view  my  Christ,  my  Sun, 
If  he  the  clouds  should  break ; 
I'm  happy  when  his  face  I  see, 
I  know  then  whereabouts  I  be. 

Ere  I  can  reach  heaven's  coast 

I  must  a  gulf  pass  through, 
Which  fatal  proves  to  most. 
For  all  this  passage  go ; 
But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'erwhelm^ 
If  God  himself  is  at  my  helm. 


THE    Church   Militant.         155 

When  through  this  gulf  I  get, 

Thoug:h  rousjh,  it  is  but  short ; 
Tiie  pilot  angels  meet 
And  bring  me  into  port  ; 
And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore 
I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 


igome   in  bieto. 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 

His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains 
He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  stilL 

While  he  surveys  the  much-loved  spot 
He  shghts  the  space  that  Kes  between ; 

His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 
Because  his  journey's  end  is  seen. 

Thus  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 

The  sifrht  his  faintino^  strencrth  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers ; 

No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past, 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears 

So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day ; 

Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  he  shall  wipe  my  tears  away. 


156  Hymnsof 

Jesus,  on  thee  our  hope  depends, 
To  lead  us  on  to  thine  abode : 

Assured  our  home  will  make  amends 
For  all  our  toil  while  on  the  road. 


®l)e  (!ri]ristian  illourner's  Jpros 
pert  of  Deatl). 

The  hour,  the  hour,  the  parting  hour 
That  takes  from  this  dark  wotld  its  power, 
And  lays  at  once  the  thoi-n  and  flower 

On  the  same  withering  bier,  my  soul  I 
The  hour  that  ends  all  earthly  woes, 
And  gives  the  wearied  soul  repose ; 
How  soft,  how  sweet  that  last  long  close 

Of  mortal  hope  and  fear,  my  soul ! 

How  sweet,  while  on  tliis  broken  lyre 

The  melodies  of  time  expire, 

To  feel  it  strung  with  chords  of  fire 

To  praise  the  immortal  One,  my  soul ! 
And  while  our  farewell  tears  we  pour 
To  those  we  leave  on  this  cold  shore, 
To  feel  that  we  shall  weep  no  more, 

Nor  dwell  alone  in  heaven,  my  soul  I 

How  sweet,  while  waning  fast  away 
The  stars  of  this  dim  world  decay, 
To  hail,  prophetic  of  the  day, 
The  golden  dawn  arise,  my  soul ! 


THE    Church   Militant.         157 

To  feel  we  only  sleep  to  rise 
In  sunnier  lands  and  fairer  skies ; 
To  bind  acrain  our  broken  ties 
In  ever-living  love,  my  soul ! 

The  hour,  the  hour,  so  pure  and  calm, 
That  bathes  the  wounded  soul  in  balm, 
And  round  the  pale  brow  twines  the  palm 

That  shuns  this  wintry  chme,  my  soul ! 
The  hour  that  draws  o'er  earth  and  all 
Its  briars  and  blooms  the  mortal  paU ; 
How  soft,  how  sweet  that  evening-fall 

Of  fears,  and  grief,  and  time,  my  soul ! 


Snbtnission. 

Be  stiU,  my  soul !  the  Lord  is  on  thy  side ; 

Bear  patiently  the  cross  of  grief  and  pain ; 
Leave  to  thy  Grod  to  order  and  provide — 

In  every  change  he  faithful  will  remain. 
Be  still,  my  soul !  thy  best,  thy  heavenly  Friend, 
Through  thorny  ways  leads  to  a  joyful  end. 

Be  still,  my  soul !  thy  G-od  doth  undertake 
To  guide  the  future,  as  he  lias  the  past : 

Thy  hope,  thy  confidence  let  nothing  shake, 
All  now  mysterious  shall  be  bright  at  last. 

Be  still,  my  soul !  the  waves  and  winds  still  know 

His  voice  who  ruled  them  while  he  dwelt  below. 
14 


158  Hymns    of 

Be  still,  my  soul !  when  dearest  friends  depart, 
And  all  is  darkened  in  the  vale  of  tears, 

Then  shalt  thou  better  know  his  love,  his  heart, 
Who  comes  to  soothe  thy  sorrow  and  thy  fears. 

Be  still,  my  soul !  thy  Jesus  can  repay. 

From  his  own  fulness,  all  he  takes  away. 

Be  still,  my  soul !  the  hour  is  hastening  on 
When  we  shall  be  for  ever  with  the  Lord — 

When  disappointment,  grief,  and  fear  are  gone, 
Sorrow  forgot,  love's  purest  joys  restored. 

Be  still,  my  soul  1  when  change  and  tears  are  past, 

All  safe  and  blessed  we  shall  meet  at  last. 

Be  still,  my  soul !  begin  the  song  of  praise 

On  earth,  beheving,  to  thy  Lord  on  high ; 
Acknowledge  him  in  all  thy  works  and  ways, 
So  shall  he  view  thee  with  a  well-j^leased  eye. 
Be  still,  my  soul !  the  Sun  of  hfe  divine 
Through  passing  clouds  shall  but  more  brightly  shine. 


The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows  j 
Where  living  waters  gentlj"  pass, 

And  full  salvation  flows. 


THE    Church    Militant.         159 

If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way. 

For  his  most  holy  name. 

While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade. 

My  Shepherd  's  with  me  there. 

In  spite  of  all  my  foes. 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows. 

And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


N  0  1 1)  i  n  g    S  1)  a  1 1    ij  ii  r  t    ^  0  u . 

Dear  Lord,  though  bitter  is  the  cup 
Thy  gracious  hand  pours  out  to  me, 

I  cheerfully  will  drink  it  up  ; 

That  cannot  hurt  which  comes  from  thee. 

'Tis  filled  Avith  thy  unchanging  love, 
And  not  a  drop  of  wrath  is  there ; 

The  saints,  forever  blessed  above. 
Were  often  most  afSicted  here. 


160  Hymns    of 

From  Jesus  thy  incarnate  Son, 
I'll  learn  obedience  to  thy  will ; 

And  humbly  kiss  the  chastening  rod, 
When  its  severest  strokes  I  fecL 


The  way  seems  dark  about  me — overhead 
The  clouds  have  long  since  met  in  gloomy  spread, 
And  when  I  looked  to  see  the  day  break  through. 
Cloud  after  cloud  came  up  with  volume  new. 

And  in  that  shadow  I  have  passed  along, 
Feeling  myself  grow  weak  as  it  grew  strong. 
Walking  in  doubt,  and  searching  for  the  Vfay, 
And  often  at  a  stand — as  now  to-day. 

And  if  before  me  on  the  path  there  lies 
A  spot  of  brightness  from  imagined  skies, 
Imagined  shadows  fall  across  it  too, 
,  And  the  far  future  takes  the  present's  hue. 

Perplexities  do  throng  upon  my  sight, 
Like  scudding  fog-banks,  to  obscure  the  light; 
Some  new  dilemma  rises  every  day, 
And  I  can  only  shut  my  eyes  and  pray. 

Lord,  I  am  not  sufficient  for  these  things, 
Grive  me  the  light  that  thy  sweet  presence  brings ; 
Give  me  thy  grace,  give  me  thy  constant  strength — 
Lord,  for  ray  comfort  now  appear  at  length. 


THE    Church    Militant.         161 

It  may  be  that  my  way  doth  seem  confused, 
Because  my  heart  of  thy  way  is  afraid ; 
Because  my  eyes  have  constantly  refused 
To  see  the  only  opening  thou  hast  made. 

Because  my  vriW  would  cross  some  flowery  plain 
Where  thou  hast  thrown  a  hedge  from  side  to  side ; 
And  turneth  from  the  stony  walk  of  pain, 
Its  trouble  or  its  ease  not  even  tried. 

If  thus  I  try  to  force  my  way  along, 
The  smoothest  road  encumbered  is  for  me ; 
For  were  I  as  an  angel  swift  and  strong, 
I  could  not  go  unless  allowed  by  thee. 

And  now  I  pray  thee,  Lord,  to  lead  thy  child — 
Poor  wretched  wanderer  from  thy  grace  and  love — 
Whatever  way  thou  pleasest  through  the  wild. 
So  it  but  take  her  to  thy  home  above. 


-for   bictors. 

Jesus,  help  conquer ! 
My  spirit  is  sinking, 
Deep  waters  of  sorrow  go  over  my  head ; 
Weeping,  and  trembling, 
And  fearing,  and  shrinking, 
I  watch  for  the  day,  and  night  cometh  instead. 
Bitter  the  cup 

I  am  hourly  drinking — 
How  thorn}  the  path  that  I  hourly  tread  ' 
14* 


162  Hymns    of 

Jesus,  help  conquer! 

For,  fainting  and  weary, 
Scarcely  my  bands  can  their  weapons  sustain ; 
The  way  seems  so  desolate, 
Painful,  and  dreary — 
How  shall  I  ever  to  heaven  attain? 
Jesus,  great  Captain ! 
If  thou  be  not  near  me, 
How  shall  I  ever  the  victory  gain  ? 

Jesus,  help  conquer! 

Earth  holds  out  her  lure, 
And  mortal  affections  yearn  after  the  prize: 
Scarcely  my  heart 

Can  the  struggle  endure ; 
Scarce  can  I  lift  up  my  tear-blinded  eyes. 
Jesus,  Redeemer ! 

Thy  promise  is  sure — 
Speak  to  my  spirit,  and  bid  me  arise. 

Jesus,  help  conquer  1 
There  is  not  an  hour 
Of  sorrow  or  joy  but  is  ordered  by  thee ; 
Thou  dost  cut  down, 

Who  hast  planted  the  flower — 
Tempest  or  calm  at  thy  bidding  shall  be. 
Look  on  my  sorrow. 

And  give  me  the  power 
Humbly  to  wait  till  thou  comfortest  me, 

Jesus,  help  conquer ! 
Lord,  turn  not  away ! 
See  with  what  power  the  billows  increase ! 


THE    Church    Militant.         163 

Grive  me  thy  love 

For  my  comfort  and  stay, 
Then  shall  my  trembling  and  murmuring  cease. 
Then  shall  my  spirit 

G-row  strong  for  the  fray — 
Then  shall  my  weary  heart  rest  in  thy  peace. 

Jesus,  help  conquer ! 
I  cry  unto  thee  ! 
Hardly  my  heart  its  petitions  can  frame  : 
All  is  so  dark 

And  so  painful  to  me, 
All  I  can  utter,  sometmies,  is  thy  name. 
Jesus,  help  conquer ! 
My  portion  now  be, 
Though  all  else  should  change,  be  thou  ever  the  same. 


Prooibence. 

When  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

0  how  shall  words,  with  equal  warmth, 

The  gratitude  declare 
That  glows  -^v-ithin  my  ravished  heart  1 

But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 


164  Hymnsof 

To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 

From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

When  in  the  sHppery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 

It  gently  cleared  my  way. 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 

More  to  be  feared  than  they. 

When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 
With  health  renewed  my  face, 

And  when  in  sin  and  sorrow  sunk. 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

Thy  bounteous  hand,  with  worldly  bliss 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er. 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 

Has  doubled  all  my  store. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ. 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 


THE    C  H  u  R  c  n   Militant.         166 

Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue, 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 

When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever-grateful  heart,  0  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise ; 
For  oh !  eternity 's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


(3xacc . 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  my  ear ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear ! 

Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebelhous  man, 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 

Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 

And  new  supphes  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 


VQQ  Hymns    of 

Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown 
Through  everlasting  days  ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


Kee|j   not   Silence. 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad, 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Through  the  wide  world  ; 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done, 
Tell  how  the  day  was  won; 
And  from  his  lofty  throne 

Satan  is  hurled. 

Far  over  sea  and  land, 

'Tis  our  Lord's  own  command, 

Bear  ye  his  name; 
Bear  it  to  every  shore. 
Regions  unknown  explore, 
Enter  at  every  door — 

Silence  is  shame. 

Speed  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above. 

Bids  us  to  fly : 
They  who  his  message  bear, 
Should  neither  doubt  nor  fear; 
He  will  their  friend  appear. 

He  will  be  nigh. 


THE    Church    Militant.        16T 

When  on  the  mighty  deep, 
He  will  their  spirits  keep, 

Stayed  on  his  word ; 
When  in  a  foreign  land, 
No  other  friend  at  hand, 
Jesus  will  by  them  stand — 

Jesus,  their  Lord. 

Ye,  who  forsaking  all 

At  your  loved  Master's  call, 

Comforts  resign ; 
Soon  will  the  work  be  done ; 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun 

Then  shall  ye  shine. 


®I)e    UebcTs    Qnxt cnh ct. 

Lord,  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield ; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee ; 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

All  that  a  vsTctch  could  do,  I  tried, 
Thy  patience  scorned,  thy  power  defied, 

And  trampled  on  thy  laws  ; 
Scarcely  thy  martyrs,  at  the  stake. 
Could  stand  more  steadfast  for  thy  sake 

Than  I  in  Satan's  cause. 


168  Hymns    of 

But  since  thou  hast  thy  love  revealed, 
And  shown  my  soul  a  pardon  sealed, 

I  can  resist  no  more  : 
Couldst  thou  for  such  a  sinner  bleed  ? 
Canst  thou  for  such  a  rebel  plead  ? 

I  wonder  and  adore ! 

If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll. 
And  Hghtnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone ; 
Come  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command. 
See  all  my  powers  waiting  stand. 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 

My  will  conformed  to  thine  would  move ; 
On  thee  my  hope,  desire,  and  love, 

In  fixed  attention  join ; 
My  hands,  my  eyes,  my  ears,  my  tongue, 
Have  Satan's  servants  been  too  long, 

But  now  they  shall  be  thine. 

And  can  I  be  the  very  same 

Who  lately  durst  blaspheme  thy  name, 

And  on  t!iy  gospel  tread  ? 
Surely  each  one  who  hears  my  case 
Will  praise  thee,  and  confess  thy  grace 

Invincible  indeed ! 


THE    Church    Militant.        169 

I  WAS  a  grovelling  creature  once, 

And  basely  cleayed  to  earth  ; 
I  wanted  spirit  to  renounce 

The  clod  that  gave  me  birth. 

But  God  has  breathed  upon  a  worm, 

And  sent  me  from  above 
Wings  such  as  clothe  an  angel's  form. 

The  wings  of  joy  and  love. 

With  these  to  Pisgah's  top  I  jfly, 

And  there  deliglited  stand, 
To  view  beneath  a  shining  sky 

The  spacious  promised  land. 

The  Lord  of  all  the  vnst  domain 

Has  promised  it  to  me : 
The  length  and  breadth  of  all  the  plain, 

As  far  as  faith  can  see. 

How  glorious  is  my  privilege  ! 

To  thee  for  help  I  caU ; 
I  stand  upon  a  mountain's  edge, 

0  save  me,  lest  I  fall ! 

Though  much  exalted  in  the  Lord, 

My  strength  is  not  my  own ; 
Then  let  me  tremble  at  his  word, 

And  none  shall  cast  me  down. 
16 


170  Hymns    of 


%   Praper,   fiivinq  anh   B^inq 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood 

From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

Not  the  labours  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  thy  law's  demands  : 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow ; 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring. 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked  come  to  thee  for  dress. 
Helpless  look  to  thee  for  grace : 
Foul  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eye-strings  break  in  deatli ; 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  the  judgment  throne ; 
Rock  of  ages,  clefl  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


THE    Church    Militant.         171 


|)eace    after    a    Storm. 

When  darkness  loqg  has  veiled  my  mind, 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears; 

Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 
The  foUy  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

Straight  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart, 
And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 

Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee  1 

Oh!  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught, 
What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn : 

That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat  I 
But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried 

I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 

Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  sUde. 

But  0,  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 
Subdues  my  disobedient  will  ; 

Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  stiU. 

Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine  ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive ; 

Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 


1*72  Hymns    of 


®[)e   fountain   ©peneb. 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins, 

And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day, 
And  tliere  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Washed  all  ray  sins  away. 

Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  G-od 

Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'U  sing  thy  power  to  save ; 
"When  this  poor  lisping  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

Lord,  I  believe  thou  hast  prepared, 

(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 

A  golden  harp  for  me ! 


THE    Church    Militant.         173 

'Tis  strung  and  tuned  for  endless  years, 

And  formed  by  power  divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 

No  other  name  but  thine. 


ittg   £orb    anh   mn    f3oh 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore : 
All  are  too  mean 

To  speak  his  worth; 
Too  mean  to  set 
My  Saviour  forth. 

But  0,  what  gentle  terms 
What  condescending  ways 
Does  our  Redeemer  use, 
To  teach  his  heavenly  grace  I 
Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  see 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 

I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  ; 

His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 
My  wandering  soul  among 

The  thousands  of  his  sheep : 


174  Hymns    of 

He  feeds  his  flock, 
He  calls  their  names ; 

His  bosom  bears 
The  tender  lambs. 

Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest^ 
Offered  his  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  powerful  blood 
Did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads 
Before  the  throne. 

My  Advocate  appears 

For  my  defence  on  high ; 
The  JFather  bows  his  ears. 
And  lays  liis  thunder  by. 
Not  all  that  hell 

Or  sin  can  say, 

Shall  turn  his  heart, 

His  love  away. 

My  dear  Almighty  Lord, 

My  Conqueror  and  my  Bang, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword. 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 
Thine  is  the  power ; 

Behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet. 


THE    Church    Militant.         17» 

Now  let  my  soul  arise 

And  tread  the  Tempter  down ; 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conquest  and  a  crown. 
A  feeble  saint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Though  death  and  hell 

Obstruct  the  way. 

Should  all  the  hosts  of  death, 

And  powers  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  most  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mischief  ou ; 
I  shall  be  safe — 

For  Christ  displays 
Superior  power, 
And  guardian  grace. 


Uemember    ail    t\)c    toag. 

Thus  far  my  Grod  hath  led  me  on, 
And  made  his  truth  and  mercy  known ; 
My  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rise, 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 

Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from  my  bhssful  home ; 
Lord,  let  thy  presence  be  my  stay, 
And  guard  me  in  this  dangerous  way. 

Temptations  everywhere  annoy; 
And  sins  and  snares  my  peace  destroy  j 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  Grod  I  mourn. 


176  Hymns    of 

My  soul  with  various  tempests  tossed, 
Her  hopes  o'erturned,  her  projects  crossed, 
Sees  every  day  new  straits  attend, 
And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end. 

Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  Grod  ? 
Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know, 
While  in  the  wilderness  below  ? 

'Tis  even  so — thy  faithful  love 
Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove ; 
'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall, 
That  Jesus  may  be  All  in  AIL 


®l)je    ittorning    Star. 

0  Jesus,  life-hght  of  my  way, 
In  this  poor  stormy  mortal  day  I 
On  earth  I'm  but  a  weary  guest, 
The  load  of  sin  leaves  me  no  rest. 

The  way  to  endless  life  is  hard, 
And  fainting  feet  my  steps  retard ; 
Ah  Jesus !  carry  with  thy  hand 
Me  to  my  heavenly  Fatherland  I 

Heavy  lieth  the  sore  complaint ; 
The  flesh  is  weak,  the  heart  is  faint, 
And  my  whole  being  cries  in  me. 
Lord  I  never  there,  never  with  thee  I 


THE    Church    Militant.         177 

I'll  bring  my  sorrow  and  my  care 
Unto  thy  cross,  and  leave  them  there ; 
0  what  can  death-pains  do  to  me  ? 
Thy  suffering  my  strength  shall  be. 

N^ow  I  despise  my  faithless  fear  ! 
My  voice  may  fail,  yet  thou  wilt  hear  j 
Thy  Spirit  shall  my  helper  be. 
And,  Father !  Fiither !  cry  in  me. 

And  when  the  grave  shall  open  stand, 
When  sinks  my  head  and  fails  my  hand — 
My  Light  in  yonder  night  of  death, 
Thy  will  be  done — then  take  my  breath. 

My  walking-staff  I'll  gladly  lay 
Upon  my  grave,  and  go  my  way 
As  it  shall  please  thee  to  command, 
Over  into  the  better  land. 

Lord,  in  thy  death  my  faith  doth  rest, 
O  help  thou  me,  in  death  opprest ; 
Finish  the  sorrow  and  the  strife, 
Receive  me  to  thy  heavenly  hfe. 

Then  when  the  last  great  day  shall  break, 
Lord,  bid  my  sleeping  dust  awake  ; 
And  in  the  judgment  let  me  stand 
In  thy  white  robe,  at  thy  right  hand. 

Immortal,  glorious,  shall  I  rise, 
And  see  my  Grod  with  changed  eyesj 
And  by  thy  grace  made  hke  to  thee, 
Forever  i-\  thy  kingdom  be. 


178  Hymns    of 


\X   Better    aiotxntrg 

O  TELL  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 
A  country  I've  found  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determined  on  that  happy  ground. 

The  souls  that  believe,  in  Paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive  : 
My  soul,  don't  delay — ^he  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow. 

What  hght,  strength,  and  comfort — go  after  him,  go; 

Lo,  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above. 

None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  wiU  prove. 

G-reat  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
'Midst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ  within : 
And  when  I'm  to  die.  Receive  me,  I'll  cry. 
For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  joined. 
He'll  not  Uve  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind : 
So  this  is  the  race  I  am  running,  through  grace, 
Henceforth — till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

And  now  I'm  in  care  my  neighbours  may  share 
These  blessings :  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you  dare  ? 
In  bondage,  O  why,  and  death  will  you  lie. 
When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so  nigh  ? 


THE    Church   Militant.         179 


5'tn   (©  oi  ng    ^  ome. 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair  j 
Nor  pain  nor  death  can  enter  there : 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine, 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 
I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home,  to  die  no  more ! 

My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky  : 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

While  here,  a  stranger  far  from  home, 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam; 
And  though  like  Lazarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  is  secure. 

Let  others  seek  a  home  below. 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow ; 

Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

Then  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decKne, 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine ; 
All  nature    sink  and  cease  to  be, 
This  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me. 
I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home,  to  die  no  more  I 


180  Hymns    of 


9ri)e    ^oxiGt    of  ®ob. 

Lord  of  tlie  worlds  above, 

How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples,  are  I 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 

The  sparrow  for  her  young 

With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest. 

And  wandering  swallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  rest  I 

My  spirit  faints 

With  equal  zeal, 

To  rise  and  dwell 

Among  thy  saints. 

0  happy  souls,  who  pray 

Where  Grod  appoints  to  hear  I 
0  happy  men,  who  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  I 
They  praise  thee  still : 
And  happy  they. 
Who  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hilL 

They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 


THE    Church    Militant.        181 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears. 
0  glorious  seat, 

When  God,  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet ! 

To  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  Grod  and  saints  abide, 
AiGfords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside : 
WTaere  God  resorts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door. 
Than  shine  in  courts. 

God  is  our  Sun  and  Shield, 

Our  hght  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  filled, 
We  draw  our  blessings  thence. 
He  shall  bestow. 
On  Jacob's  race, 
Peculiar  grace. 
And  glory  too. 

The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 

His  hand  no  good  witliholds 
From  those  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  souls. 
Thrice  happy  he, 
0  God  of  hosts, 
Whose  spirit  trusts 
Alone  in  thee. 


182  Hymns    of 


Cooking    Hptoarb    in    a    Storm 

God  of  my  life,  to  tl.se  I  call, 
Afflicted  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
When  the  great  water-floods  prevail. 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail ! 

Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint  I 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor  ? 

Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee. 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  name  in  vain  ? 

That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer ; 
But  a  prayer-hearing,  answering  Grod, 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 

Fair  is  the  lot  thaf  s  cast  for  me, 
I  have  an  Advocate  with  thee : 
They  whom  the  world  caresses  most, 
Have  no  such  privilege  to  boast. 

Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  Grod,  my  Grod,  forgets  me  not ; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 
For  whom  the  Lo  'd  vouchsafes  to  plead. 


THE    Church   Militant.         183 


Jf   tuil  1   ftax   no    ^t)il. 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear ! 

Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place ; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear — 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  liis  face ; 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  oUve  yield  no  oil, 
The  withering  fig-trees  droop  and  die, 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stalls  no  herd  afibrd, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord — 

The  Grod  of  my  salvation  praise. 

In  hope  believing  against  hope, 

Jesus  my  Lord,  my  Grod,  I  claim ; 
Jesus,  my  strength,  shall  lift  me  up ; 

Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name. 
To  me  he  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh  ; 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind ; 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


184  Hymnsof* 


Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 

Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 
Make  me  as  a  weaned  child . 

From  distrust  and  envy  free, 

Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 

What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide. 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive ; 

What  to-morrow  may  betide. 
Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave : 

'Tis  enough  that  thou  wilt  care ; 

Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 

As  a  httle  child  reUes 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 

Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 
Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone ; 

Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 

As  my  Father,  Gruard,  and  Guide. 

Thus  preserved  from  Satan's  wiles, 
Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears, 

May  I  live  upon  thy  smiles. 
Till  the  promised  hour  appears 

When  the  sons  of  Grod  shall  prove 

All  their  Father's  boundless  love. 


THE   Church  Militant.        185 


Qil)c   ^onBC   of  prager. 

Thy  mansion  is  the  Christian's  heart, 

0  Lord,  thy  dwelling-place  secure  I 
Bid  the  unruly  throng  depart. 

And  leave  the  consecrated  door. 

Devoted  as  it  is  to  thee, 

A  thievish  swarm  frequents  the  place ; 
They  steal  away  my  joys  from  me. 

And  rob  my  Saviour  of  his  praise. 

There,  too,  a  sharp  designing  trade 
Sin,  Satan,  and  the  World  maintain ; 

Nor  cease  to  press  me,  and  persuade 
To  part  with  ease  and  purchase  pain. 

I  know  them,  and  I  hate  their  din ; 

Am  weary  of  the  bustling  crowd ; 
But  while  their  voice  is  heard  within, 

1  cannot  serve  thee  as  I  would. 

Oh !  for  the  joy  thy  presence  gives, 

"What  peace  shall  reign  when  thou  art  there  1 
Thy  presence  makes  this  den  of  thieves 

A  calm  delightful  house  of  prayer. 

And  if  thou  make  thy  temple  shine, 

Yet,  self-abased,  will  I  adore; 
The  gold  and  silver  are  not  mine  ; 

I  give  thee  what  was  thine  bef'jre. 


186  Hymns   of 


Cet   ^\m  ho  ujljat  Scemctl)   ^im  (Soob, 

Leave  all  to  God, 
Forsaken  one,  and  still  thy  tears, 
For  the  Highest  knows  thy  pain, 

Sees  thy  suffering  and  thy  fears  ; 
Thou  shalt  not  wait  his  help  in  vain : 
Leave  all  to  God. 

Be  still  and  trust ! 
For  his  strokes  are  strokes  of  love 
Thou  must  for  thy  profit  bear ; 

He  thy  filial  fear  would  move ; 
Trust  thy  Father's  loving  care : 
Be  still  and  trust ! 

Know,  God  is  near  I 
Though  thou  think  him  far  away, 
Though  his  mercy  long  have  slept, 

He  will  come  and  not  delay, 
When  his  child  enough  hath  wept ; 
For  God  is  near. 

0  teach  him  not 
When  and  how  to  hear  thy  prayers ; 
Never  doth  our  God  forget ; 

He  the  cross  who  longest  bears 
Finds  his  sorrows'  bounds  are  set ; 
Then  teach  him  not. 


THE    Church    Militant.  187 

If  thou  love  him, 
Walking  truly  in  his  ways, 
Then  no  trouble,  cross,  or  death. 

Shakes  thy  heart  or  quells  thy  praise  : 
All  things  serve  thee  here  beneath, 
If  thou  love  God ! 


i;i)e    ®  r  ial   of  iTaitl) 

Jehovah  hath  said, 

'Tis  lefl  on  record, 
"  The  righteous  are  one 

With  Jesus  the  Lord ;" 
At  all  times  he  loves  them, 

'Twas  for  them  he  died, 
Yet  oft  times  he  proves  them, 

Eor  grace  must  be  tried. 

Temptations  and  sins 

In  legions  shall  rise, 
As  goads  in  thy  side 

Or  thorns  in  thine  eyes ; 
And  oft,  to  thy  sorrow, 

His  face  he  will  hide  ; 
For  Grod  hath  determined 

Thy  grace  shall  be  tried. 

With  him  on  the  mount 
To-day  thou  shalt  be, 

Indulged  by  thy  Lord 
His  glory  to  seej 


188  Hfmnb    of 

There  he  may  caress  thee 
And  call  thee  his  bride, 

Yet  grace,  though  he  bless  thee, 
ShaU  surely  be  tried. 

As  gold  from  the  flame 

He'll  bring  thee  at  last, 
To  praise  liim  for  all 

Through  which  thou  hast  past; 
Then  love  everlasting 

Thy  griefs  shall  repay, 
And  God  from  thine  eyes 

Wipe  aU  sorrows  away. 


IHelioerati  ce. 

The  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said, 
"  There  is  no  help  in  God  for  thee :" 

Lord,  lift  thou  up  thy  servant's  head ; 
My  glory,  shield,  and  solace  be. 

Thus  to  the  Lord  I  raised  my  cry — 
He  heard  me  from  his  holy  hill ; 

At  his  command  the  waves  rolled  by ; 
He  beckoned,  and  the  winds  were  stilL 

I  laid  me  down  and  slept — I  woke ; 

Thou,  Lord,  my  spirit  didst  sustain ; 
Bright  from  the  east  the  morning  broke — 

Thy  comforts  rose  on  me  again. 


THE    Church   Militant.         1 89 

I  will  not  fear,  though  armed  throngs 
Surround  my  steps  in  all  their  wrath; 

Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs ; 

His  presence  guards  his  people's  path. 


Sestis  ^ll-snf f icien t. 

If  only  he  is  mine — 

If  but  this  poor  heart 
Never  more,  in  grief  or  joy, 
May  from  him  depart. 
Then  farewell  to  sadness, 
All  I  feel  is  love,  and  hope,  and  gladness. 

If  only  he  is  mine. 

Then  from  all  below. 
Leaning  en  my  pilgrim-staff, 
Gladly  forth  I  go 
From  the  crowd  who  follow 

In  the  broad,  bright,  road,  their  pleasures  false  and 
hollow. 

If  only  he  is  mine. 

Then  all  else  is  given ; 
Every  blessing  lifts  my  eyes 
And  my  heart  to  heaven. 
Filled  with  heavenly  love, 
Earthly  hopes  and  fears  no  longer  tempt  to  move. 

There,  when  he  is  mine. 
Is  my  Fatherland, 


190  Hymns    of 

And  my  heritage  of  bliss 
Daily  cometh  from  his  hand. 
Now  I  find  again, 
In  his  people,  love  long  lost,  and  mourned  in  vain. 


(Coronation. 

At.t.  haU  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  I 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 

And  as  they  tune  it,  fall 
Before  his  face  who  tunes  their  choir, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

He  fixed  tliis  floating  ball ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 

And  crown  liim  Lord  of  all. 

CroAvn  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call*. 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  aU. 

Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
Hail  liim  who  saves  you  by  his  gra,oe, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


THE    Church   Militant.         191 

Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  incarnate,  Man  divine — 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Sinners !  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Gro,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Let  every  tribe  and  every  tongue 

That  hear  the  Saviour's  call, 
Now  shout  in  universal  song, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  aU. 


Seeking    after   (tljrigt. 

Jesus,  if  stiU  the  same  thou  art, 

If  all  thy  promises  are  sure. 
Set  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 

And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor : 
To  me  be  all  thy  treasures  given, 
The  kingdom  of  an  inward  heaven. 

Thou  hast  pronounced  the  mourners  blest, 
And  lo !  for  thee  I  ever  mourn : 

I  cannot,  no,  I  will  not  rest. 
Till  thou,  my  only  rest,  return ; 

Till  thou,  the  Prince  of  peace,  appear, 

And  I  receive  the  Comforter. 

Where  is  the  blessedness  bestowed 
On  all  that  huno:er  after  thee  ? 


192  Hymns    OF 

I  hunger  now,  I  tliirst  for  G-od, 

See,  the  poor  fainting  sinner  see : 
And  satisfy  with  endless  peace, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  righteousness. 

Ah,  Lord,  if  thou  art  in  that  sigh, 
Then  hear  thyself  within  me  pray ; 

Hear  in  my  heart  thy  Spirit's  cry, 

Mark  what  my  labouring  soul  would  say ; 

Answer  the  deep  unuttered  groan, 

And  show  that  thou  and  I  are  one. 

Shine  on  thy  work,  disperse  the  gloom ; 

Light  in  thy  light  I  then  shall  see  ; 
Sa.y  to  my  soul,  "Thy  hght  is  come, 

Glory  divine  is  risen  on  thee : 
Thy  warfare's  past,  thy  mourning 's  o'er ; 
Look  up,  for  thou  shalt  weep  no  more." 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  promise  sure. 
And  trust  thou  wilt  not  long  delay ; 

Hungry  and  sorrowful  and  poor, 
Upon  thy  word  myself  I  stay : 

Into  thy  hands  my  all  resign, 

And  wait  till  all  thou  art  is  mine. 


Qri)c    Daji  of  Ucst. 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 

How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week  1 


THE    Church    Militant.         193 

How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  the  soul-reviving  moru 

Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light. 

Sweet  day  !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease : 

Yet  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  pea^e, 

A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn,  which  needs  no  sun, 

That  day  which  fades  no  more  ? 


pieabing   tl)c    promise. 

0  THOU  that  hearest  prayer, 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Q-rant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  I 

If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry  ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere. 

Their  children's  wants  supply ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  tliy  children  pray. 


194  Hymns    of 

Our  heavenly  Father,  thou ; 

We,  children  of  thy  grace ; 
O  let  tliy  Sph'it  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place ; 
That  all  may  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 


My  God !  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 

From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star. 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet, 
The  hour  of  prayer  ? 

Blest  is  the  tranquil  hour  of  morn. 

And  blest  that  hour  of  solemn  eve, 
When,  on  tlie  wings  of  prayer  up-bome. 
The  world  I  leave. 

Then  is  my  strength  by  thee  renewed; 
Then  are  my  sins  by  thee  forgiven ; 
Then  dost  thou  cheer  my  sohtude 

With  hopes  of  heaven. 

No  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief 

There  for  my  every  want  I  find ; 
What  strength  for  v/arfare,  balm  for  grief, 
What  peace  of  mind. 

Hushed  is  each  doubt,  gone  every  fear ; 

My  spirit  seems  in  heaven  to  stay  ; 
And  e'en  the  penitential  tear 
Is  wiped  away. 


THE    Church    Militant.        195 

Lord  !  till  I  reach  that  blissful  shore, 

No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be, 

As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 

In  prayer  to  thee. 


ill  a  n  n  a . 


Manna  to  Israel  well  supplied 

The  want  of  other  bread ; 
While  Grod  is  able  to  provide, 

His  people  shall  be  fed. 

(Thus,  though  the  corn  and  wine  should  fail, 

And  creature-streams  be  dry, 
The  prayer  of  faith  will  still  prevail. 

For  blessings  from  on  high.) 

Of  his  kind  care  how  sweet  a  proof; 

It  suited  every  taste  : 
Who  gathered  most  had  just  enough, 

EnouGrh,  who  ^fathered  least. 

'Tis  thus  our  gracious  Lord  provides 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares ; 
His  own  unerrins:  hand  divides, 

And  gives  us  each  our  shares. 

He  knows  how  much  the  weak  can  bear, 
And  helps  them  when  they  cry ; 

The  strongest  have  no  strength  to  spare. 
For  such  he'll  strongly  try. 


196  Hymns    of 

Daily  they  saw  the  manna  come, 
And  cover  all  the  ground ; 

But  what  they  tried  to  keep  at  home 
Corrupted  soon  was  found. 

Vain  their  attempts  to  store  it  up, 
This  was  to  tempt  the  Lord : 

Israel  must  live  by  faith  and  hope, 
And  not  upon  a  hoard. 


ins    iS^titt   is    iFij^eb. 

What  within  me  and  without 

Hourly  on  my  spirit  weighs, 
Burdening  heart  and  soul  with  doubt, 

Darkening  all  my  weary  days : 
In  it  I  behold  thy  will, 

God,  who  giveth  rest  and  peace, 
And  my  heart  is  calm  and  stUl, 

Waiting  till  thou  send  release. 

God  1  thou  art  my  rock  of  strength, 

And  my  home  is  in  thine  arms, 
Thou  wilt  send  me  help  at  length. 

And  I  feel  no  wild  alarms. 
Sin  nor  death  can  pierce  the  shield 

Thy  defence  has  o'er  me  thrown, 
Up  to  thee  myself  I  yield. 

And  my  sorrows  are  thine  own. 

When  my  trials  ta.rry  long, 
Unto  thee  I  look  and  wait. 


THE    Church    Militant.         197 

Knowing  note,  though  keen  and  strong, 

Can  my  trust  in  thee  abate. 
And  this  faith  I  long  have  nurst 

Comes  alone,  0  Grod,  from  thee ; 
Thou  my  heart  didst  open  first, 

Thou  didst  set  this  hope  in  me. 

Christians !  cast  on  him  your  load, 

To  your  tower  of  refuge  fly ; 
Know  he  is  the  living  God, 

Ever  to  his  creatures  nigh. 
Seek  his  ever-open  door 

In  your  boms  of  utmost  need; 
All  your  hearts  before  him  pour, 

He  will  send  you  help  with  speed. 

But  hast  thou  some  darling  plan 

Cleaving  to  the  things  of  earth  ? 
Leanest  thou  for  aid  on  man  ? 

Thou  wilt  find  him  nothing  worth. 
Rather  trust  the  One  alone, 

Whose  is  endless  power  and  love, 
And  the  help  he  gives  his  own 

Thou  in  very  deed  shalt  prove. 

On  thee,  0  my  G-od,  I  rest. 

Letting  life  float  calmly  on, 
For  I  know  the  last  is  best, 

When  the  crown  of  joy  is  won. 
In  thy  might  all  things  I  bear. 

In  thy  love  find  bitters  sweet, 
.^jid,  with  all  my  grief  and  care, 

Sit  in  patience  at  thy  feet. 


198  Hymns    op 

0  my  soul,  why  art  thou  vexed  ? 

Let  things  go  e'en  as  they  will; 
Though  to  thee  they  seem  perplexed, 

Yet  his  order  they  fulfil. 
Here  he  is  thy  strength  and  guard, 

Power  to  harm  thee  here  has  none ; 
Yonder  will  he  each  reward 

For  the  works  he  here  has  done. 

Let  thy  mercy's  wings  be  spread 

O'er  me — keep  me  close  to  thee ; 
In  the  peace  thy  love  doth  shed 

Let  me  dwell  eternally. 
Be  my  All ;  in  all  I  do 

Let  me  only  seek  thy  will ; 
Where  the  heart  to  thee  is  true, 

Ail  is  peaceful,  calm,  and  stiU. 


9ri)  a  n  k  0  9  i  tJ  i  n  g . 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice : 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  Qod, 

With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 

Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high. 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 

And  laud  and  magnify  ? 


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THE    Church    Militant.        199 

0  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought. 
To  touch  our  hps,  our  minds  inspire, 

And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought  I 

There,  with  benign  regard, 

Our  hymns  he  deigns  to  hear ; 
Though  unrevealed  to  mortal  sense, 

The  spirit  feels  him  near. 

God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 

With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  his  glorious  name 

Henceforth  for  evermore. 


Oh  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  I 

WTiere  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 


200  Hymns    of 

What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  1 
How  sweet  their  memory  still  I 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill 

Keturn,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  bre-ast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 

So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

So  pm:er  hght  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


Cooking    Hp. 

My  God.  my  prayer  attend  I 

Oh  bow  thine  ear  to  me, 
"Without  a  hope — without  a  friend, 

Without  a  help — but  thee  1 

Oh  guard  my  soul  around. 

Which  loves  and  trusts  thy  grace ; 
Nor  let  the  powers  of  hell  confound 

The  hopes  on  thee  I  place  1 


THE    Church    Militant.         201 

Thy  mercy  I  entreat — 

Let  mercy  hear  my  cries, 
While  humbly  waiting  at  thy  seat, 

My  daily  prayers  arise. 

Oh  bid  my  heart  rejoice, 

And  every  fear  control ; 
Since  at  thy  throne,  with  suppliant  voice-, 

To  thee  I  lift  my  soul ! 


baliant   for    tl)e   (Jrtitl). 

Fight  the  good  fight ;  lay  hold 

Upon  eternal  life  ; 
Keep  but  thy  shield,  be  bold, 

Stand  through  the  hottest  strife  ; 
Invincible  while  in  the  field. 
Thou  canst  not  fail,  unless  thou  yield, 

iSTo  force  of  earth  or  hell, 

Though  fiends  with  men  unite, 

Truth's  champion  can  compel, 
However  prest,  to  flight ; 

Invincible  upon  the  field, 

He  cannot  fall,  unless  he  yield. 

Apollyon's  arm  may  shower 
Darts  thick  as  hail,  and  hide 

Heaven's  face,  as  in  the  hour 
When  Christ  on  Calvary  died ; 

No  powers  of  darkness  in  the  field 

Can  tread  thee  down,  unless  thou  yield. 


202  Hymns    ©f 

Trust  in  thy  Saviour's  might ; 

Yea,  till  thy  latest  breath, 
Fight,  and  like  him  in  fight, 

By  dying  conquer  death ; 
And  all- victorious  in  the  field. 
Then  with  thy  sword,  thy  spirit  yield. 

G-reat  words  are  these,  and  strong ; 

Yet  Lord,  I  look  to  thee, 
To  whom  alone  belong 

Valour  and  victory ; 
With  thee,  my  Captain,  in  the  field, 
I  must  prevail,  I  cannot  yield. 


iTreebom. 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin 

Because  thy  grace  abounds, 

Or  crucify  the  Lord  again. 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

Forbid  it,  mighty  Grod  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said. 
That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 

Should  raise  them  fi-om  the  dead. 

We  will  be  slaves  no  more. 
Since  Christ  has  made  us  fi-ee, 

Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  his  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 


HE    Church    Militant.         203 


Cotiest    ai:i]ou   itte? 

Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

"  I  deUvered  thee  when  bound. 
And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

"  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

"  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faitliful,  strong  as  death. 

"  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ; — 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore, — 
Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  I 


204  Hymns    op 


None    but    OII)ri0t. 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died^ 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  Grod  ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  I 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small  ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  alL 


ei:i)e    Corb    tl]at   ^caicti)    ®l)ee. 

Heal  us,  Emmanuel !  here  we  are, 

Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch  : 
Deep-wounded  souls  to  thee  repair, 

And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 


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THE    0  nunc  a    Militant.  205 

Our  faith  is  feeble,  we  confess, 

We  faintly  trust  thy  word  ; 
But  wilt  thou  pity  us  the  less  ? 

Be  that  far  from  thee,  Lord  1 

Remember  him  who  once  applied, 

With  trembUng,  for  relief; 
"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears  he  cried, 

"Ohhelpmy  unbehef!" 

She  too,  who  touched  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtue  stole, 
Was  answered,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 

Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

Concealed  amid  the  gathering  throng. 
She  would  have  shunned  thy  view ; 

And  if  her  faith  was  firm  and  strong, 
Had  strong  mis^vings  too. 

Like  her,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come, 

To  touch  thee,  if  we  may  ; 
Oh !  send  us  not  despairing  home  I 

Send  none  unhealed  away ! 


(JDnr   Befnge. 

God  of  love,  who  hearest  prayer, 
Kindly  for  thy  people  care. 
Who  on  thee  alone  depend : 
Love  us,  save  us  to  the  end. 


206  Hymns    of 

Save  us,  in  the  prosperous  hour, 
From  the  flattering  tempter's  power ; 
Prom  his  unsuspected  wiles, 
From  the  world's  pernicious  smiles. 

Save  us  fL-om  the  great  and  wise, 
Till  they  sink  in  their  own  eyes. 
Sweetly  to  thy  yoke  submit, 
Lay  their  honour  at  thy  feet. 

Never  let  the  world  break  in; 
Fix  a  mighty  gulf  between ; 
Keep  us  little  and  unknown, 
Prized  and  loved  by  Grod  alone. 

Let  us  still  to  thee  look  up — 
Thee,  thy  Israel's  strength  and  hope  ; 
Nothing  know,  or  seek,  beside 
Jesus,  and  him  crucified. 


§c   (Karetl)   for  S0n. 

Shall  I  not  trust  my  God, 
"Who  doth  so  well  love  me  ? 
Who  as  a  Father  cares  so  tenderly  ? 

Shall  I  not  lay  the  load 
Which  would  my  weakness  break. 
On  liis  strong  hand,  who  never  doth  forsake  ? 

He  doth  know  all  my  grief, 
And  all  my  heart's  desire  ; 
He'll  stand  by  me  till  death,  through  flood  and  fire, 

And  Le  can  send  relief: 


THE    Church    Militant.         207 

My  Father's  love,  so  free, 

Till  the  new  molnmg  shall  remam  to  me. 

Who  doth  the  birds  supply. 
Who  grass,  and  trees,  and  flowers. 
Doth  beautifully  clothe,  through  ceaseless  hours  j 

Who  hears  us  ere  we  cry  ; 
Can  he  my  need  forget  ? 
Nay,  though  he  slay  me,  I  will  trust  him  yet. 

When  I  his  yoke  do  bear, 
And  seek  my  chiefest  joy 
But  in  his  righteousness  and  sweet  employ . 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care ; 
Early  and  late  doth  bless, 
And  crowneth  work  and  purpose  with  success. 

0  blessed  be  his  name ! 
My  Father  cares  for  me  ! 
I  can  no  longer  unbelieving  be. 

All  praise  to  him  proclaim ; 
I  know  he  is  my  Friend — 
I  know  the  Lord  will  love  me  to  the  end  I 


Precious    promises. 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  I 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said  ? 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 


208  Hymns    op 

In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health, 
lu  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
As  thy  days  may  demand  so  thy  succour  shall  be. 

''  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee ;  0  be  not  dismayed ! 
I,  I  am  thy  Grod,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

"  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  caU  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

"  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

"  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn. 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

"  The  soul  that  to  Jesus  hath  fled  for  repose, 

I  wiU  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour  to  shake, 

I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake  I" 


THE    Church    Militant.         209 


^et  tl)ere    is    Boom. 

Come  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast, 

Oh  come  without  delay  ; 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 

For  all  who  will  obey. 

There's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 

To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 

To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

There's  room  within  the  church,  redeemed 

With  blood  of  Christ  divine ; 
Eoom  in  the  white-robed  throng  convened, 

For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 

There's  room  in  heaven  among  the  choir, 
And  harps,  and  crowns  of  gold, 

And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 
And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

There's  room  around  thy  Father's  board 
For  thee  and  thousands  more : 

0  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord ; 
Yea,  come  this  very  hour. 


S    ai0me. 

Here  am  I,  Lord  !  thou  callest  me ; 
Thou  drawest  me  ;  I  follow  thee. 
Soul  and  heart  are  thine  alone ; 
0  my  Shepherd,  take  ihine  own  I 
18* 


210  Hymns    of 

I  have  oft  thy  call  disdained ; 
I  am  late — my  day  has  waned  1 

Yet  it  is  my  joy,  that  thou 
Callest  me,  poor  sinner  !  now. 

Yes,  I  dare  no  more  delay, 
I  will  follow  thee  to-day. 
To  thy  glorious  mercy-seat 
Now  I  come  with  trembhng  feet. 

Lord,  the  case  is  now  with  me 
As  with  Peter  on  the  sea. 
Ah  reach  out  thy  mighty  hand ; 
Hold  me  upy  and  bring  to  land. 

Thou  didst  call  me :  now  call  I, — 
0  my  Saviour,  come  thou  nigh  I 
Sin  doth  bind  me,  fear  distress ; 
Save  me  with  thy  righteousness. 

Make  my  weakness  strong  in  thee, 
Let  thy  strength  my  power  be ; 
I'll  follow,  till  my  latest  breath, 
Through  flood  and  fire,  grief  and  death. 


Uctixcmcni   anh    ilXebitation 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 


THE    Church    Militant.         211 

Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  Grod,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  aR  inferior  joys  resign. 

Be  earth  ^vith  all  her  scenes  withdrawn ; 

Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone: 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  Grod,  I  find. 


m^  tot. 

What  have  I  in  this  barren  land? 

My  Jesus  is  not  here ; 
Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  blest  until 

My  Jesus  doth  appear. 

My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heaven, 

And  has  a  place  for  me ; 
For  'tis  his  will  that  where  he  is 

His  followers  should  be. 

Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top, 
Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste ; 

My  Lord,  who  sends  them  to  me  here^ 
WiU  send  for  me  at  last. 


212  Hymns    of 

1  have  a  G-od  that  changeth  not ; 

Why  should  I  be  perplexed  ? 
My  Grodj  who  owns  me  in  this  world, 

Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

My  dearest  friends  they  dwell  above, 

Them  will  I  go  to  see; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

WiU  soon  come  after  me. 


dDnr   onlg   Best. 

Vain  are  all  terrestrial  pleasures ; 

Mixed  with  dross  the  purest  gold  j 
Seek  we  then  for  heavenly  treasures^ 

Treasures  never  waxing  old. 
Let  our  best  affections  centre 

On  the  things  around  the  throne ; 
There  no  thief  can  ever  enter  ; 

Moth  and  rust  are  there  unknown. 

Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us ; 

Here  would  we  renounce  them  all ; 
Seek  our  only  rest  in  Jesus — 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  calL 
Faith,  our  languid  spirits  cheering, 

Points  to  brighter  worlds  above  j 
Bids  us  look  for  his  appearing ; 

Bids  ua  triumph  in  his  love. 


THE    Church   Militant.  213 

May  our  lights  be  always  burning, 

And  our  loins  be  girded  round, 
Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning, — 

Lonofinsr  for  the  welcome  sound 
Thus  the  Christian  life  adorning, 

Never  need  we  be  afraid, 
Should  he  come  at  night  or  morning. 

Early  dawn  or  evening  shade. 


Q^ternitj]    ^eat. 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue. 

With  vigour  arise, 
And  press  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  skies. 
Of  heavenly  birth,  though  wandering  on  earth, 

This  is  not  our  place, 
But  strangers  and  pilgrims  ourselves  we  confess. 

At  Jesus's  call  we  gave  up  our  all ; 

And  still  we  forego. 
For  Jesus's  sake,  our  enjoyments  below. 
No  longing  we  find  for  the  country  behind ; 

But  onward  we  move, 
And  still  we  are  seeking  a  country  above : — 

A  country  of  joy  without  any  alloy ; 

We  thither  repair; 
Our  hearts  and  our  treasure  already  are  there. 
We  march  hand  in  hand  to  Imraanuel's  land ; 

No  matter  what  cheer 
We  meet  with  on  earth,  fi^r  eternity's  here  I 


214  Hymns    of 

The  rougher  the  way,  the  shorter  our  stay ; 

The  tempests  that  rise 
Shall  gloriously  hurry  our  souls  to  the  skiea : 
The  fiercer  the  blast,  the  sooner  'tis  past ; 

The  troubles  that  come 
Shall  come  to  our  rescue,  and  hasten  U3  homeii 


What  no  human  eye  hath  seen, 
What  no  mortal  ear  bath  heard, 

What  on  thought  hath  never  been, 
In  its  noblest  flights,  conferred — 

This  hath  Grod  prepared  in  store 

For  his  people  evermore  I 

When  the  shaded  pilgrim-land 
Fades  before  ray  closing  eye, 

Then  revealed  on  either  hand, 
Heaven's  own  scenery  shall  lie; 

Then  the  veil  of  flesh  shall  fall, 

Now  concealing,  darkening  alL 

Heavenly  landscapes,  calmly  bright^ 
Life's  pure  river  murmuring  low. 

Forms  of  loveliness  and  light 
Lost  to  earth  long  time  ago ; 

Yes,  mine  own,  lamented  long, 

Shine  amid  the  angel  throng  1 


THE   Churcd    Militant.         216 

Many  a  joyful  sight  was  given, 

Many  a  joyful  vision  here — 
Hill,  and  vale,  and  starry  even, 

Friendship's  smile,  affection's  tear; 
These  were  shadows,  sent  in  love, 
Of  realities  above ! 

When  upon  my  wearied  ear 

Earth's  last  echoes  faintly  die. 
Then  shall  angel-harps  draw  near — 

Ail  the  chorus  of  the  sky ; 
Long-hushed  voices  blend  again, 
Sweetly,  in  that  welcome  strain. 

Here  were  sweet  and  varied  tones, 
Bird,  and  breeze,  and  fountain's  fall, 

Yet  creation's  travail-groans 
Ever  sadly  sighed  through  all. 

There  no  discord  jars  the  air — 

Harmony  is  perfect  there  I 

When  this  aching  heart  shall  rest, 

All  its  busy  pulses  o'er. 
From  her  mortal  robes  undrest 

Shall  my  spirit  upward  soar. 
Then  shall  uuimagined  joy 
All  my  thoughts  and  powers  employ. 

Here  devotion's  healing  balm 

Often  came  to  soothe  my  breast^ 

Hours  of  deep  and  holy  calm, 
Earnests  of  eternal  rest ; 

But  the  bliss  was  here  unknown 

Which  shall  there  be  all  my  own  1 


216  Hymns    of 

Jesus  reigDS,  the  Life,  the  Sun 
Of  that  wondrous  world  above  ; 

All  the  clouds  and  storms  are  gone, 
All  is  briyht,  and  all  is  love. 

All  the  shadows  melt  away 

In  the  blaze  of  perfect  day  I 


Be   not   toearg. 

Then,  fainting  soul,  arise  and  sing ; 

Mount,  but  be  sober  on  the  wing ; 

Mount  up,  for  heaven  is  won  by  prayer, 

Be  sober,  for  thou  art  not  there ; 

Till  death  the  weary  spirit  free, 

Thy  God  hath  said,  'Tis  good  for  thee 

To  walk  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight : 

Take  it  on  trust  a  httle  while ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  read  the  mystery  right 

In  the  full  sunshine  of  his  smile. 


lesna,  Still   teah   on, 

Jesus,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won  I 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
"We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless, 

Gruide  us  by  thy  hand 

To  our  Fatlierland. 


THE    Church    Militant.         217 

If  the  way  be  drear, 

If  the  foe  be  near. 
Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us : 

For,  through  many  a  foe, 

To  our  home  we  go ! 

When  we  seek  relief 

From  a  long-felt  grief— 
When  oppressed  by  new  temptations^ 
Lord,  increase  and  perfect  patience. 

Show  us  that  bright  share 

Where  we  weep  no  more  ! 

Jesus,  still  lead  on. 

Till  our  rest  be  won  I 
Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 

Till  we  safely  stand 

In  our  Fatherland ! 


£igl]t  Sliining  out  of  Darkness 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failins:  skill, 
He  treasures  up  liis  deep  designs,, 

And  works  his  sovereign  wilk 
19 


218  Hy^ins    OF 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace : 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 

Q-od  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


^    fix  i  b  It  i  g  I)  t    ij  ti  m  n . 

.In  the  mid  silence  of  the  voiceless  night, 
When,  chased  by  airy  dreams,  the  slumbers  flee, 
Wiiom  in  the  darkness  doth  my  spirit  seek, 
0  G-od,  but  thee  ? 

And  if  there  be  a  weight  upon  my  breast, 
Some  vague  impression  of  the  day  foregone ; 
Scarce  knowing  what  it  is,  I  fly  to  thee, 
And  lay  it  down. 


THE   Church   Militant.         219 

Or  if  it  be  the  heaviness  that  comes 
In  token  of  anticipated  ill — 
My  bosom  takes  no  heed  of  what  it  is, 
Since  'tis  thy  -will. 

For  0,  in  spite  of  past  and  present  care, 
Or  anything  beside — how  joyfully 
Passes  that  almost  sohtary  hour, 

My  God,  with  thee  ! 

More  tranquil  than  the  stillness  of  the  nighi 
More  peaceful  than  the  silence  of  that  hour. 
More  blest  than  anything,  my  bosom  lies 
Beneath  thy  power. 

For  what  is  there  on  earth  that  I  desire. 
Of  all  that  it  can  give  or  take  from  me  ? 
Or  whom  in  heaven  doth  my  spirit  seek, 
0  God,  but  thee  ? 


®l)e   §igl}    toas   to   Zion 

SmG,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Tour  great  DeHverer  sing : 

Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound. 
Be  J03rful  in  your  King. 

See  the  fair  way  his  hand  has  raised ; 

How  holy,  and  how  plain ! 
Nor  shall  the  simplest  traveller  err, 
-■^'  +he  track  in  vain. 


'220  Hymns    of 

No  ravening  lion  shall  destroy, 
Xor  lurking  serpent  wound ; 

Pleasure  and  safety,  peace  and  praise, 
Through  all  the  path  are  found. 

A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 
Through  all  the  bhssful  road  ; 

Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise. 
And  see  your  gracious  Grod. 

There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 
Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 

While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  ail  are  fled. 

March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye 

While  labouring  up  the  hill. 


U  e  lig  i  on. 

Religion  is  a  glorious  treasure, 

The  purchase  of  a  Saviour's  love ; 
It  fills  the  mind  with  consolation. 

It  lifts  the  heart  to  things  above ; 
It  calms  our  fears,  it  soothes  our  sorrows, 

It  smooths  our  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea ; 
'Tis  mixed  with  goodness,  meek,  humble,  patient, 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 


THE   Church   Militant.         221 

How  vain,  how  fleeting,  how  transitory ! 

This  world  with  all  its  pomp  and  show; 
Its  vain  delights  and  delusive  pleasures, 

I  gladly  leave  them  all  below ; 
But  grace  and  glory  shall  be  my  story, 

While  I  in  Jesus  such  beauties  see ; 
WMe  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

This  earthly  house  shall  be  dissolved. 

And  mortal  life  shall  soon  be  o'er — 
All  earthly  cares  and  earthly  sorrows 

Shall  pain  my  eyes  and  heart  no  more ; 
Yet  "  pure  religion"  remains  forever. 

And  strengthened  my  glad  heart  shall  be; 
While  endless  acres  are  onward  rolling; 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 


X!I  B  s  t  e  r  g. 

Great  mystery,  I  do  behold, 
That  Grod  should  ever  save  a  soul ; 
But  here's  a  greater  mystery, 
That  he  bestowed  his  grace  on  me. 

G-reat  mystery,  I  can't  tell  why, 
That  Christ  for  sinners  e'er  should  die ; 
But  here's  a  greater  mystery. 
That  he  should  ever  die  for  me. 
19* 


222  Hymns    of 

G-reat  mystery,  that  Christ  should  place 
His  love  on  those  of  Adam's  race ; 
But  here's  a  greater  mystery, 
That  he  should  set  his  love  on  me. 

Why  was  I  not  still  left  behind, 
With  thousand  oth(.  s  of  mankind 
Who  nin  the  dangerous,  sinful  race, 
And  die,  and  never  taste  his  grace. 

Ko  mortal  can  a  reason  find ; 
'Tis  mercy  fre'e,  and  grace  divine : 
0  'tis  a  glorious  mystery, 
And  will  be  to  eternity. 


I  n  n  i  t  a  t  i  0  n . 

GrRACE,  how  exceeding  sweet  to  those 

Who  feel  tliey  sinners  are  ! 
Sunk  and  distrest,  they  taste  and  know 

Their  heaven  is  only  tliere. 

Rich  grace,  free  grace,  most  sweetly  calls, 

Directly  come  who  will. 
Just  as  3'uu  are,  for  Christ  receives 

Poor  helpless  sinners  still. 

'Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  souls, 

G-race  keeps  us  inly  poor ; 
And  0  that  notliing  else  but  grace 

May  rule  for  evermore ! 


THE    Church    Militant.         223 


S^I)e   Saint's    jgope. 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love : 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know ; 
'Tis all  they  seek;  they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

What  sinners  value,  I  resign ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine : 

I  shall  behold  thy  bhssful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

This  hfe's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

0  glorious  hour !  0  blest  abode  ! 

1  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  Grod  I 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise. 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


224  Hymns    of 


0oi0urners. 

CoifE.  children  I  on  ;  this  way 

Will  lead  us  home  ! 

Like  some  poor  wandering  guest, 

On  earth  I  roam, 
And  seek  eternal  rest — 

Come,  children,  come ! 
With  God  our  business  hes  from  day  to  day, 
In  heaven  should  be  our  hearts  while  here  we  stay. 

Come,  cliildren,  let  us  go, 
But  not  alone  ; 
Our  Father  goeth  too, 

And  by  his  own 
Will  stand  to  help  them  through : 
He  from  his  throne 
Sweet  beams  of  sunlight  on  our  path  will  throw ; 
0  see  what  joy  we  have  while  here  below. 

Let  each  now  make  good  speed, 
The  goal  is  near. 
The  fire-column  see. 

Our  God  is  here. 
Joined  hand  in  hand  are  we : 
With  earnest  fear 
Let  each  the  other  strengthen  in  bis  need; 
In  this  strange  land  we  brothers  are  indeed. 

It  will  not  always  last. 
Therefore  be  brave  I 
And  soon  we  all  shall  be 
Across  the  wave  : 


THE    Church    Militant.         225 

There  find,  from  sorrow  free. 
The  rest  vre  crave. 
Then,  when  the  saints  from  earth  to  heaven  have  past, 
f  ]  Dw  well,  how  well,  will  heaven  with  earth  contrast ! 


^l)e  (Bnh  of  tl}at  fttan  is  peace 

How  blest  the  righteous  vrhen  he  dies ! 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes ! 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast  1 

So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 

So  dies  a  wave  along  tlie  shore. 

A  holy  quiet  reigns  around — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 

And  nought  disturbs  the  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears. 

Where  hghts  and  shades  alternate  dwell  I 

How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  1 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow. 
Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing : 

0  grave !  where  is  thy  victory  now  ? 
And  where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 


226  Hymns    of 

Life's  labour  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 

"While  heaven  and  earth  conspire  to  say, 
How  blest  tlie  righteous  when  he  diesl 


fcav   of  IDeatI) . 

Wht  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 

What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are  I 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 

Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

0,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  mee\-. 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste ; 

Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

Jesus  «an  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are  ; 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 

And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there; 


THE    Church    Militant.         227 


^l)e  Doing  Belieuer  to  Ijis  Sou' 

Deathless  principle,  arise ; 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies. 
Pearl  of  price,  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  his  glorious  likeness  wrought, 
Go,  to  shine  before  the  throne  j 
Deck  his  mediatorial  crown : 
Go,  his  triumphs  to  adorn ; 
Made  for  God,  to  God  return. 

Lo,  he  beckons  from  on  high ! 
Fearless  to  his  presence  fly  : 
Thine  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 
Thine  the  righteousness  of  God. 

Angels,  joyful  to  attend. 
Hovering  round  thy  piUow  bend ; 
Wait  to  catch  the  signal  given, 
And  escort  thee  quick  to  heaven. 

Is  thy  earthly  house  distrest  ? 
Willing  to  retain  her  guest  ? 
'Tis  not  thou,  but  she,  must  die : 
Fly,  celestial  tenant,  fly. 
Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay, 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away : 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove, 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love. 


Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream  : 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  him : 


228  Hymns    of 

Him,  whose  dying  love  and  power 
Stilled  its  tossing,  hushed  its  roar. 
Safe  is  the  expanded  wave ; 
G-entle  as  a  summer's  eve  : 
Not  one  object  of  his  care 
Ever  suffered  shipwreck  there. 
See  the  haven  full  in  view  ! 
Love  divine  shall  bear  thee  through. 
Trust  to  that  propitious  gale  : 
"Weigh  thy  anchor,  spread  thy  sail 

Saints,  in  glory  perfect  made, 
"Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade : 
Ardent  for  thy  coming  o'er, 
See,  they  throng  the  blissful  shore. 
Mount,  their  transports  to  improve : 
Join  the  longing  choir  above  : 
Swiftly  to  their  wish  be  given : 
Endle  higher  joy  in  heaven. 
Such  the  prospects  that  arise 
To  the  dying  Christian's  eyes  { 
Such  the  glorious  vista  Faith 
Opens  through  the  shades  of  death  I 


QTljc    (!ri)r  istian'e    faxcmcil. 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 

"With  all  your  feeble  light ; 
Farewell,  thou  ever- changing  moon. 

Pale  empress  of  the  night. 


THE    Church    Militant.        229 

And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed  ; 
My  soul  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 

No  more  demands  thy  aid. 

Ye  stars  are  but  the  sinning  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode ; 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 

Where  I  shall  see  my  G-od 

The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display  ; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 

With  that  unvaried  day. 

No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  svs^eU  into  my  eyes ; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 

Amidst  those  brighter  skies. 

There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite  ; 
And  each  the  bhss  of  all  shall  view, 

With  infinite  delight. 


£et  us  Btin  ant  Eace  roitli  patience. 

Lord,  can  a  helpless  worm  Hke  me 
Attempt  to  make  her  way  to  thee  ? 
Yes,  let  me  raise  thy  praises  high, 
In  weakness  thou  canst  strength  supply. 
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230  Hymns    of 

'Twas  by  thy  grace  that  I  begun, 
Resolved  the  heavenly  race  to  run : 
'Tis  grace  corrects  me  when  I  stray, 
'Tis  grace  upholds  me  in  the  way. 

Run  on,  my  soul,  and  still  adore, 
Receiving  still,  still  asking  more  ; 
In  Christ  thy  strength  and  wisdom  lies, 
O  look  to  him  with  steadfast  eyes. 

Look  to  that  blood  thy  Saviour  shed ; 
Thy  Daysman  dying  in  thy  stead ; 
Behold  him  on  the  accursed  tree ! 
Great  was  the  love  he  bore  to  thee. 

He  who  thus  loved  thee  unto  death 
Wni  love  thee  to  thy  latest  breath ; 
Keep  sight  of  him,  my  soul,  and  run — 
He'U  crown  thee  when  thy  race  is  done. 


toork. 

Lord,  thou  hast  bid  us  labour, 
Bid  us  toU ; 
And  take  up  with  our  might  and  bear  away 
The  load  that  thou  dost  give  from  day  to  day. 
The  slothful  idler  is  to  thee 
Hateful  to  see ! 

Doth  himself  spoil, 
And  loads  1  is  neip:hbour. 


THE    Church    Militant.         231 

With  a  true  heart  upheaving 
My  small  load, 
As  thou  appointest,  Lord,  so  let  me  bear 
The  duty-burden  trusted  to  my  care. 

And  though  my  face  should  all  be  wet 
With  toilsome  sweat ; 

Sho^y  thou  the  road — 
Enough  !  no  grieving ! 

But  now,  my  heart,  be  careful 
Lest  thou  care  1 
The  Lord  doth  give  me  daily  bread  for  nought, 
And  for  the  morrow  doth  himself  take  thought. 
Then  let  me  serve  him,  on  my  part, 
With  all  my  heart. 

And  wait  my  share 
With  spirit  prayerful. 

Ah  Lord  !  now  add  thy  blessing 
To  all  I  do  ! 
And  let  thy  grace  and  help  my  work  attend, 
From  the  beginning  even  to  the  ead. 

Let  each  day's  burden  teach  my  eyes, 
My  heart,  to  rise — 

Thy  rest  pursue — 
Thy  peace  possessing  I 


232  Hymns    of 


(Emmanuel's    tanli. 

Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  suiTound  the  tlirone. 

The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  this  place ! 
Religion  never  was  designed 

To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

"Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 

Should  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
And  thunders  when  he  please, 

That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  manages  the  seas ; 

This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 
He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  powers, 

To  carry  us  above. 

There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin; 
And  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 


THE    Church    Militant.         233 

Yea.  and  before  we  rise 

T  .  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 

Should  constant  joys  create. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Grlory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 

From  Faith  and  Hope  may  grow. 

The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Emmanuel's  ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


fax    Better. 

0  BEAUTIFUL  abode  of  earth, 

Fall  when  thou  wilt ! 

Thy  gold  is  gilt. 
And  clouds  of  anguish  veil  thy  mirth  j 
Who  loves  not  heaven,  may  bestow 
His  love  on  earthly  pomp  and  show. 
But  I  alone  desire  with  thee, 
Tesus,  ail  preciousness !  to  be, 
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234  Hymns   op 

Une  who  is  weary  with  his  load, 
Faint  with  the  sun, 
Would  fain  have  done — 
And  craves  long  shadows  on  his  road : 
That  after  so  much  labour  past, 
He  may  sleep  sweet  and  sound  at  last. 
But  all  my  longing  is  with  thee, 
Jesus,  my  only  rest,  to  be ! 

Another  doth  pursue  his  trade 

By  wave  and  cliff; 

Where  his  frail  skiff 
Is  tempest-tossed,  and  he  afraid : 
But  I  will  faith- wings  spread,  and  fly 
Up,  past  the  sta.r-hills  of  the  sky ! 
For  Jesus,  thou  alone  shalt  be 
The  end  of  pilgrimage  to  me. 

Come,  death,  sleep's  only  brother,  thou  ; 
Come  take  the  helm, 
And  through  thy  realm 
To  the  sure  harbour  guide  my  prow. 
He  may  repel  thee  who  doth  fear, 
But  I  rejoice  to  see  thee  near : 
For  thou  alone  canst  usher  me 
Where  I  shall  with  my  Jesus  be  I 


Hjetirem^nt. 

Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 

From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 


THE    Church   Militant.         235 

The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  s\Yeet  bounty  made 

For  those  who  follo"w-  tliee. 

There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grac-e  her  mean  abode, 
0  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  soHtary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 

Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine. 
And  (all  harmonious  names  in  one) 

My  Saviour,  thou  art  mine. 

What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love — 

A  boundless,  endless  store — 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


ittiracUs   of  (5race. 

Hail  !  my  ever-blessed  Jesus, 
Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious. 
Thou,  my  prophet,  priest,  and  king; 


236  Hymns   of 

0  !  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven, 
0  !  what  joy  and  happiness ! 
Love  I  much  ? — I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 
Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way : 
Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 
My  Redeemer's  tenderness; 
Love  I  much  ? — I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir. 
Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above; 
Whilst  astonished,  I  admire 
God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 
That  blessed  moment  I  received  him 
Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace; 
Love  I  much  ? — I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


Sufficient   for   ®l)ee. 

Why,  0  my  soul,  these  gloomy  fears  ? 
Why  all  these  sighs,  and  groans,  and  tears  ? 
0  why  this  God-dishonouring  grief? 
Why  all  this  wretched  unbelief? 


'     THE  Church  Militant.         237 

Though  helpless  in  myself  I  lie, 
And  lost  to  all  eternity ; 
Yet  I  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Since  Jesus  came  to  seek  and  save. 

To  save  poor  sinners  such  as  me, 
To  set  the  captive  prisoners  free, 
To  comfort  those  that  mourn — to  heal 
The  wounds  of  all  that  misery  feel 

To  save  the  ruined  and  undone, 
To  seek  the  lost — ^Lord,  I  am  one  1 
I  see,  and  mourn  my  guilt  with  shame  : 
To  seek  out  such  the  Saviour  came. 

Then  let  my  gratitude  abound, 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found; 
I  once  was  dead,  but  now  I  hve : 
Praise,  praise  is  all  that  I  can  give. 


®  l)e    toi  tncsBCQ  . 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  vail,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys ; 

How  bright  their  glories  be ! 

Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  : 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  wc  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 


238  Hymns    of 

I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb — 

Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

They  marked  the  footsteps  he  had  trod, 
(His  zeal  inspired  their  breast)  ; 

And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possessed  the  promised  rest. 

Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 
For  his  own  pattern  given ; 

While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


®l)e    Croes. 

The  more  the  cross  the  nearer  heaven ; 
Where  is  no  cross,  there  God  is  not ; 

The  world's  turmoil  doth  hide  his  face, 
Hell,  sense,  and  self,  make  him  f  jrgot : 
0  where  God  draws  a  blessed  lot, 

His  mercy  some  dark  lines  doth  trace ! 

The  more  the  cross,  the  better  Christian; 

God  lays  the  touch-stone  to  each  souL 
How  many  a  garden  must  lie  waste 

Did  not  a  tear-storm  o'er  it  roll ! 

Refining  grief,  a  living  coal. 
Upon  the  Christian's  heart  is  placed 


THE    Church   Militant.         239 

The  more  the  cross,  the  more  believing ; 

In  desert  lands  the  palm-trees  grow ; 
And  when  the  grape  is  strongly  pressed, 

Then  doth  its  sweetness  overflow ; 

And  strength  Mes  hid  in  every  woe 
As  pearls  do  in  the  salt  wave  rest 

The  more  the  cross,  the  more  the  praying; 

The  bruised  plants  yield  sweetest  bahns ; 
Man  doth  not  seek  to  find  the  pole 

In  quiet  seas  and  steady  calms  ; 

And  how  should  we  have  David's  psalms 
Had  he  not  had  a  troubled  soul  ? 

The  more  the  cross,  the  more  the  longing ; 

Out  of  the  vale  man  upward  goes ; 
Whose  pathway  through  the  desert  lies, 

He  craves  the  land  where  Jordan  flows ; 

When  here  the  dove  finds  no  repose, 
Straight  to  the  ark  with  joy  she  flies. 

The  more  the  cross,  the  sweeter  death, 

For  man  rejoices  then  to  die, 
When  as  his  body  is  laid  down 

Much  pain  and  sorrow  are  laid  by ; 

His  cross  there  on  his  grave  doth  lie — 
See,  man  doth  wear  the  victor's  crown. 

0  Jesus,  Lord,  the  crucified ! 

Now  let  the  cross  more  welcome  be ; 
Nor  let  my  soul  complaining  toss ; 

But  plant  thou  such  a  heart  in  me, 

As  patiently  shall  look  to  thee 
For  gain  up  yonder,  fi:om  my  loss. 


240  Hymns    op 


®l)cre   tl)e    tOears   are    at   l^est 

CoTJEAGE,  my  soul  1  behold  the  prize 

The  Saviour's  love  provides : 
Eternal  life  beyond  the  skies 

For  all  v7hom  here  he  guides. 

The  wicked  cease  from  troubling  there, 

The  weary  are  at  rest ; 
Sorrow,  and  sin,  and  pain,  and  care, 

No  more  approach  the  blest. 

A  wicked  world,  and  wicked  heart, 

With  Satan  now  are  joined ; 
Each  acts  a  too  successful  part 

In  harassing  my  mind. 

In  conflict  with  this  threefold  troop. 

How  weary,  Lord,  am  1 1 
Did  not  thy  promise  bear  me  up, 

My  soul  must  faint  and  die. 

But  fighting  in  my  Saviour's  strength, 

Though  many  are  my  foes, 
I  shall  a  conqueror  be,  at  length. 

O'er  all  that  can  oppose. 

Then  why,  my  soul,  complain  or  fear  ? 

The  crown  of  glory  see  ! 
The  more  I  toil  and  suffer  here, 

The  sweeter  rest  wiU  be. 


THE    Chut,  c  It    Militant.         241 


^  o  n  5  e  r . 

No  shadows  yonder ! 

All  light  and  song ; 
Each  day  I  wonder, 

And  say,  How  long 
Shall  time  me  sunder 

From  that  dear  throng  ? 

No  weeping  yonder  I 

All  fled  away ; 
While  here  I  wander 

Each  weary  day, 
And  sigh  as  I  ponder 

My  long,  long  stay. 

No  partings  yonder ! 

Time  and  space  never 
Again  shall  sunder ; 

Hearts  cannot  sever; 
Dearer  and  fonder 

Hands  clasp  for  ever. 

None  wanting  yonder, 
Bought  by  the  Lamt  I 

All  gathered  under 
The  evergreen  palm ; 

Loud  as  night's  thunder 
Ascends  the  glad  psalm. 

21 


242  Hymxs    of 


®l)e  Deatl)  anb  Bnrial  of  a  Saint. 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 

To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
'Not  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow^ 

To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 

The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 

But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 
And  showed  our  feet  the  way  : 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 


THE    Church    Militant.         243 


I)is   is    not   ttonr    U  est. 

My  soul,  go  boldly  forth, 
Forsake  this  sinlul  earth  ; 
What  hath  it  been  to  thee 

But  pain  and  sorrow  ? 
And  think'st  thou  it  will  be 

Better  to-morrow  ? 

Why  art  thou  for  delay  ? 
Thou  cam' St  not  here  to  stay  ; 
What  tak'st  thou  for  thy  part 

But  heavenly  pleasure  ? 
Where  then  should  be  thy  heart, 

But  where' s  thy  treasure  ? 

Thy  God,  thy  Head's  above ; 
There  is  the  world  of  love ; 
Mansions  there  purchased  are, 

By  Christ's  own  merit ; 
For  them  he  doth  prepare 

Thee  by  his  Spirit. 

God  is  essential  love ; 
And  all  the  saints  above 
Are  like  unto  him  made, 

Each  in  his  measure. 
Love  is  their  life  and  trade, 

Their  constant  pleasure. 

What  joys  must  there  needs  be 
Where  all  God's  glory  see  1 


244  HiTMNS     OP 

Feeling  God's  vital  love, 

Which  still  is  burning; 

And  flaming  God-ward  move, 
Full  love  returning. 

Lord  Jesus,  take  my  spirit, 
I  trust  thy  love  and  merit : 
Take  home  thy  wandering  sheep, 

For  thou  hast  sought  it. 
My  soul  in  safety  keep, 

For  thou  hast  bought  it. 


Lo  I  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favoured  sinners  slain ; 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train : 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus  comes — ^he  comes  to  reign. 

Now  the  Saviour,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear ; 

All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appeax. 

All  the  tokens  of  his  passion 
Still  his  dazzling  body  bears ; 


THE   Church   Militant.         245 

Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  his  ransomed  worshippers ; 
With  what  rapture 
Graze  we  on  thpse  glorious  scars. 

Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 

Pierced  and  nailed  biQi  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 

Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain. 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away : 

All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day ; 

Come  to  judgment  1 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away  I 

A-t  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  s*n : 
AJl  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 

By  his  look,  prepare  to  flee : 
Careless  sinner, 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

Horrors  past  imagination 

Will  surprise  thy  trembling  heart ; 

When  thou  hear'st  thy  condemnation, 
"  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart  1 

Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels,  have  thy  part !" 

But  to  those  who  have  confessed. 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
21* 


'246  H  Y  M  N  S     O  P 

He  will  say,  ''  Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow : 

You,  forever, 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

Under  sorrow  and  reproaches 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise! 

Swiftly  Grod's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  changed  to  praise ; 

May  we  triumph. 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze ! 

Answer  thine  own  bride  and  Spirit  j 
Hasten  Lord,  and  quickly  come  ! 

The  new  heaven  and  earth  to  inherit — 
Take  thy  weeping  exiles  home ! 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come  I 

Yea  !  amen  1  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thine  eternal  throne ! 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory : 
Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thine  own  I 

0  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah  I  come.  Lord,  come  1 


igotD   Cong? 

Ye  visions  bright,  of  heavenly  birth, 
Ye  glories  of  the  latter  day. 

Descend  upon  the  fallen  earth, 

And  chase  the  shades  of  night  away. 


THE    Church    Militant.        247 

Bid  streams  of  love  and  mercy  flow 
Through  every  vale  of  human  woe, 
Till  sin,  and  care,  and  sorrow  cease, 
And  all  the  world  is  hushed  to  peace. 

How  long,  amid  this  dying  race. 

Shall  desolation  hold  her  reign? 
How  long  shall  men  despise  the  grace 

And  love  of  him  who  once  was  slain  ? 
How  long  shall  heathen  bow  the  knee 
To  gods  that  neither  hear  nor  see  ? 
Ye  scenes  of  bhss,  so  long  foretold, 
When  will  your  radiant  hues  unfold  ? 

The  gospel  of  the  living  Grod 

Shall  echo  the  wide  earth  around, 

TiU  every  place  of  man's  abode 

Shall  know  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

Who  can  the  heavenly  scene  portray  ? 

Who  can  describe  the  glorious  day  ? 

We  hail  its  gUmmerings  from  afar. 

We  hail  the  bright,  the  morning  star  I 


tct   Here   be    Cigl)!. 

Thou,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight ; 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray. 
And  where  the  Gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

Let  there  be  Hght 


248  Hymns    of 

Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight — 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind — 
0  now,  to  all  mankind, 

Let  there  be  hght. 

Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  thy  flight ; 
Move  on  the  waters'  face. 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace ; 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light. 

Blessed  and  holy  Three, 
Grlorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might — 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world  far  and  wide^ 

Let  there  be  light. 


QTl)  e   £a  bo  nx cxs. 

Sow  in  the  mom  thy  seed. 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 

To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broad-cast  it  round  the  land. 


THE    Church    Militant.         249 

Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 

Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

The  good,  the  finitful  ground, 

Expect  not  here  nor  there ; 
O'er  hill  and  dale  by  spots  'tis  found : 

Go  forth  then,  everywhere. 

Thou  know'st  not  which  may  thrive. 

The  late  or  early  sown  ; 
Grrace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 

When  and  wherever  sown. 

And  duly  shall  appear. 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength. 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear. 

And  the  full  com  at  lengtL 

Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain : 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 

For  garners  in  the  sky. 

Then  when  the  glorious  end. 

The  day  of  God  is  come, 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend. 

And  heaven  sing  "  Harvest-home  1" 


250  Hymns    of 


QL))c   Eigl)t   must   tain. 

0  IT  is  hard  to  work  for  Grod, 

To  rise  and  take  his  part 
Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth, 

And  not  sometimes  lose  heart ! 

He  hides  himself  so  wondrously, 
As  though  there  was  no  God  ; 

He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 
Of  ill  are  most  abroad ; 

Or  he  deserts  us  in  the  hour 

The  fight  is  all  but  lost ; 
And  seems  to  leave  us  to  ourselves 

Just  when  we  need  him  most. 

0  there  is  less  to  try  our  faith 

In  our  mysterious  creed, 
Than  in  the  Godless  look  of  earth 

In  these  our  hours  of  need. 

Ill  masters  good ;  good  seems  to  change 

To  ill  with  greatest  ease ; 
And,  worst  of  all,  the  good  with  good 

Is  at  cross  purposes. 

The  Church,  the  Sacraments,  the  Faith, 

Their  upliill  journey  take. 
Lose  here  what  1  here  they  gain,  and  if 

We  lean  upon  them,  break. 


THE    Church    Militant.         261 

It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks ; 

And  we  lose  courage  then  ; 
And  doubts  will  come  if  God  hath  kept 

His  promises  to  men. 

Ah !  Grod  is  other  than  we  think ; 

His  ways  are  far  above, 
Far  beyond  reason's  height,  and  reached 

Only  by  cliildlike  love. 

The  look,  the  fashion  of  God's  ways 

Love's  lifelong  study  are  ; 
She  can  be  bold,  and  guess,  and  act, 

Where  reason  would  not  dare. 

She  has  a  prudence  of  her  own ; 

Her  step  is  firm  and  free  ; 
Yet  there  is  cautious  science,  too, 

In  her  simphcity. 

Workman  of  God !  0  lose  not  hearty         ^ 

But  learn  what  God  is  like ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 

Thou  shall  know  where  to  strike. 

O  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  he 

Is  most  invisible ! 

And  blest  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  lie,    ' 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 

Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  I 


252  Hymns    of 

0  leam  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men  I 

0  learn  to  lose  with  God  ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 

And  beckons  thee  his  road. 

God's  glorj  is  a  wondrous  thing, 
Most  strange  in  all  its  ways, 

And,  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 
What  men  agree  to  praise. 

As  he  can  endless  glory  weave 
From  time's  misjudging  shame, 

In  his  own  world  he  is  content 
To  play  a  losing  game. 

Muse  on  his  justice,  downcast  soul  I 
Muse,  and  take  better  heart ; 

Back  with  thine  angel  to  the  field. 
Good  luck  shall  crown  thy  part  I 

God's  justice  is  a  bed  where  we 
Our  anxious  hearts  may  lay. 

And,  weary  with  ourselves,  may  sleep 
Our  discontent  away. 

For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God ; 

And  right  the  day  must  wm ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 

To  ftilter  would  be  sin  I 


THE    Church    Militant.         253 


S  t  r  e  n  9  1 1) . 

Oast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Only  lean  upon  his  word ; 
Thou  wilt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  unchanging  faithfulness. 

He  sustains  thee  by  his  hand, 
He  enables  thee  to  stand  ; 
Those  whom  Jesus  once  hath  loved, 
From  his  grace  are  never  moved. 

Heaven  and  earth  may  pass  away, 
Grod's  free  grace  shall  not  decay ; 
He  hath  promised  to  fulfil 
All  the  pleasure  of  his  will. 

Jesus  !  guardian  of  thy  flock, 
Be  thyself  our  constant  rock ; 
Make  us  by  thy  powerful  hand, 
Firm  as  Zion's  mountain  stand. 


©l)i  Battle-souQ  of  ©ustatjus  ^5oipI)us. 

Fear  not,  0  httle  flock,  the  foe 
Wlio  madly  seeks  your  overthrow, 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power. 
What  though  your  courage  sometimes  faints, 
His  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 

Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 
22 


254  Hymns    of 

Be  of  good  cheer ;  your  cause  belongs 
To  him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs, 

Leave  it  to  him  our  Lord. 
Though  hidden  yet  from  all  our  eyes, 
He  sees  the  G-ideon  who  shall  rise 

To  save  us,  and  his  word. 

As  true  as  God's  own  word  is  true, 
Not  earth  or  hell  with  all  their  crew 

Against  us  shall  prevail. 
A  jest  and  by- word  are  they  grown ; 
Grod  is  with  us,  we  are  his  own, 

Our  victory  cannot  fail. 

Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer ! 
Great  Captain,  now  thine  arm  make  bare ; 

Fight  for  us  once  again ! 
So  shall  the  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  mighty  chorus  to  thy  praise. 

World  without  end.     Amen. 


The  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want^ 

He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green :    he  leadeth  me 

The  quiet  watere  by. 

My  soul  he  doth  restore  again, 
And  me  to  walk  doth  make 

Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
Even  for  his  owe  name's  sake. 


THE   Church   Militant.         265 

Yea,  thous:h  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 

Yet  will  I  fear  none  ill ; 
For  thou  art  with  me,  and  thy  rod 

And  staff  nie  comfort  still. 

My  table  thou  hast  furnished 

In  presence  of  my  foes ; 
My  head  with  oil  thou  dost  anoint, 

And  my  cup  overflows. 

Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  life 

Shall  surely  follow  me  ; 
And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 

My  dwelhng-place  shall  be. 


S:i)9    to  orb    is    ©cob. 

Whatever  G-od  does  is  Vv-ell ! 

His  children  find  it  so. 

Some  he  doth  not  with  plenty  bless, 

Yet  loves  them  not  the  less ; 

But  draws  their  hearts  unto  himself  away   - 

O  hearts,  obey ! 

Whatever  God  does  is  well, 

Whether  he  gives  or  takes  ! 

And  what  we  from  his  hand  receive 

Sufl&ces  us  to  live. 

He  takes  and  gives,  while  yet  he  loves  ns  stilL 

Then  love  his  will. 

Whatever  God  does  is  weUl 
And  what  can  our  will  do  ? 


256  Hymns   of 

We  cannot  reap  from  what  we  sow 
But  what  his  power  makes  grow. 
Sometimes  he  doth  all  other  good  destroy, 
To  be  thy  joy. 

Whatever  God  does  is  well ! 

^.nd  liis  will  shall  prevail. 

Doth  he  refuse  thy  hands  to  fill? 

He  knows  thy  heart  to  still. 

A  Christian,  from  a  very  little  gift. 

Much  joy  can  sift. 

Whatever  Grod  does  is  well  I 

Although  the  field  look  dark : 

Yet  cheerful  in  his  path  we  go ; 

And  by  our  faith  we  know 

That  Christ  for  us  hath  heavenly  riches  bought 

Can  we  lack  aught  ? 

Whatever  God  does  is  well ! 

In  patience  let  us  wait : 

He  doth  himself  our  burdens  bear, 

He  doth  for  us  take  care. 

And  he,  our  God,  knows  all  our  weary  days. 

Come,  give  him  praise ! 


(gocning  Song,  after  a  JDag  of  iHiffxcnltn. 

Lord,  a  happy  child  of  thine, 

Patient  through  the  love  of  thee, 

In  the  light,  the  life,  divine. 
Lives  and  walks  at  liberty. 


THE    Church    Militant.        257 

Leaning  on  thy  tender  care, 
Thou  hnst  led  my  tfoul  aright — 

Fervent  was  my  morning  prayer, 
Joyful  is  my  song  to-night 

O  my  Saviour,  Guardian  true, 

AU  my  life  is  thine  to  keep— 
At  thy  feet  my  work  I  do, 

In  thy  arms  I  fall  asleep. 

Tender  mercies,  on  my  way 

Falling  softly  like  the  dew, 
Sent  me  freshly  every  day, 

I  wiU  bless  the  Lord  for  you. 

Though  I  have  not  all  I  would, 

Though  to  greater  bliss  I  go, 
Every  present  gift  of  good 

To  eternal  love  I  owe. 

Source  of  all  that  comforts  me, 

Well  of  joy  for  which  I  long. 
Let  the  song  I  sing  to  thee 

Be  an  everlasting  sonoj. 


Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue. 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 

»Aud  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labours  of  love. 


258  Hymns    of 

Our  life  is  a  dream ;  cur  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
The  aiTow  is  flown — the  moment  is  gone ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

0  that  eacli,  in  the  day  of  his  coming,  may  say, 

I  have  fought  my  way  through ; 

1  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to  do. 
0  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the  glad  word, 

Well  and  faithfully  done ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  tlirone. 


At  every  motion  of  our  breath 

Life  trembles  on  the  brink  of  death, 
A  taper's  flame  that  upward  turns, 
While  downward  to  the  dust  it  bums. 

A  moment  ushered  us  to  birth, 
Heirs  of  the  commonwealth  of  earth ; 
Moment  by  moment  years  are  past, 
And  one  ere  long  will  be  our  last. 

'Twixt  that,  long  fled,  which  gave  us  light^ 
And  that  which  soon  shall  end  in  nightj 
There  is  a  point  no  eye  can  see, 
Yet  on  it  hang?  eternity. 


THE    Church    Militant.         259 

This  is  that  moment — who  can  tell 
Whether  it  lead  to  heaven  or  hell  ? 
This  is  that  moment — as  we  choose, 
The  immortal  soul  we  save  or  lose. 

Time  past  and  time  to  come  are  not; 
Time  present  is  our  only  lot : 
0  God  I  henceforth  our  hearts  incHne 
To  seek  no  other  love  than  thine. 


tUljat   Sball   it  profit   a   ill  a 

What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price 
The  whole  creation  round  ? 

That,  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 
That,  which  in  Christ  is  found. 

The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath  I 
That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife ; 

Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death  j 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

Grod,  to  reclaim  it,  did  not  spare 

His  well-beloved  Son  ; 
•Jesus,  to  save  it,  deigned  to  bear 

The  sins  of  all  in  One. 

The  Holy  Spirit  sealed  the  plan, 
And  pledged  the  blood  divine, 

To  ransom  every  soul  of  man ; 
That  blood  was  shed  for  mine. 


260  Hymns    of 

And  is  this  treasure  borne  below 
In  earthly  vessels  frail  ? 

Can  none  its  utmost  value  know 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail  ? 

Then  let  us  gather  round  the  Cross, 
Tliis  knowledge  to  obtain, 

Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 
But  everlasting  gain. 


^O'-motxom, 


To-day  mine,  to-morrow  thine  I 

So  we  hear  the  slow  bell  ringing, 
When  in  Grod's  Acre  to  recline 

We  the  dead  are  softly  bringing ; 
And  tlie  grave  calls  out,  Resign  : 
To-day  mine,  to-morrow  thine ! 

To-day  hfe,  to-morrow  death ! 

Life  speeds  its  wings  and  tarries  never  j 
Is  not  that  a  wisdom-breath — 

Think  of  life  which  stays  forever  ? 
Need  of  thinking  each  one  hath : 
To-day  life,  to-morrow  death !  J 

One  follows  another  now. 

As  the  ocean  waves  wind-driven ; 
For  all  with  which  Hope  can  endow, 

What  security  is  given  ? 
Each  in  his  sleeping-room  must  bow; 
One  follows  another  now ! 


I 


THE     CllUriCII     MlLITA^^T.  261 

0  man,  it  is  the  old  law, 

How  many  years,  death  counteth  not. 
Ts  thy  heii.lth  witliout  one  flaw? 

Soon  even  thy  name  shall  be  forgot. 
Earth  to  itself  all  earth  Avill  draw —  I 

0  man,  it  is  the  old  law ! 

Ah  to  be  wise,  as  near  my  end ! 

I  wish  to  die  before  I'm  dying ; 
That  shall  my  soul  from  death  defend, 

When  death's  last  strength  my  soul  is  trying^ 
Prepare  me  thereto,  God,  m}^  Friend ! 
Ah  to  be  wise,  as  near  my  end ! 

Blessed  who  in  Christ  shall  die ! 

Death  is  changed  to  life  forever ; 
He  has  life  when  death  is  nigh. 

Life  beyond,  which  endeth  never  I 
Who  hath  it  not,  undone  must  cry  I 
Blessed  who  in  Christ  shall  die  1 


^  dp. 

0  THOU"  that  wouldst  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die ; 
Who  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery : 
Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe ; 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 

I  may  with  joy  appear. 


262  Hymns    of 

Thou  art  thyself  the  way; 

Thyself  in  me  reveal ; 
So  shall  I  spend  my  life's  short  day 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 
So  shall  I  love  my  God, 

Because  he  first  loved  me ; 
And  praise  thee  in  thy  bright  abode 

To  all  eternity. 


dljriet   10   ail. 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground — 
Christ,  the  spring  of  all  my  joy  1 

Still  in  thee  let  me  be  found, 

Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ. 

Let  thy  love  my  heart  inflame ; 

Keep  thy  fear  before  my  sight ; 
Be  thy  praise  my  highest  aim  ; 

Be  thy  smile  my  chief  delight 

Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  thy  fulness  give  : 
TiU  I  close  my  earthly  race, 

Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  Uve  I" 

Firmly  trusting  in  thy  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound ; 

Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 

Safely  reach  Immanuel's  ground. 


THE   Church   Militant.         263 

When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 
Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 

Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 
Part  from  thee  my  ravished  souL 

Thus,  oh !  thus  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ; 
Havmg  known  it  "  Christ  to  Uve," 

Let  me  know  it  "  gain  to  die." 


®l)e   i'nll   Assurance  of  Qope 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place ; 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  0  by  faith  I  see, 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight — 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

A  stranger  in  the  world  below, 

I  calmly  sojourn  here ; 
Nor  can  its  happiness  or  woe 

Provoke  my  hope  or  fear : 
Its  evils  in  a  moment  end; 

Its  joys  as  soon  are  past : 
But  0,  the  bliss  to  which  I  tend, 

Eternally  ehaJl  last 


264  Hymns    of 

To  that  Jerusalem  above, 

With  singing  I  repair ; 
Wliile  in  the  flesh,  my  hope  and  love 

My  heart  and  soul,  are  there. 
There  my  exalted  Saviour  stands, 

My  merciful  High  Priest ; 
And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands 

To  take  me  to  his  breast ! 

O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay. 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  ante-date  the  day : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

0  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow  I 

And  when  the  vessels  break, 
Let  our  triumphant  spirits  go 

Before  the  G-od  we  seek ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

"W^io  bought  the  sight  for  me  ; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity. 


Christ's   intercession. 

He  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives; 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives ; 
And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  Ms  blood. 


THE    Church    Militant.         265 

Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles — and  all  is  peace  ! 

Hence  then,  ye  black,  despairing  t^.ioughts — 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise ; 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart-, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  I 
On  liim  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail 


® I) e    QLtcatnte. 

Lord,  what  is  man !  that  child  of  pride, 
That  boasts  his  high  degree  ? 

If  left  one  moment  to  himself 
He  sinks,  and  where  is  he  ? 

In  thee  I  hve,  and  move,  and  am, 
Thou  deal'st  me  out  my  days ; 

Lord,  as  thou  dost  renew  my  life, 
Let  me  renew  thy  praise. 
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266  Hymns    of 

To  thee  I  come,  from  thee  I  am, 

And  far  thee  I  must  be  ; 
'Tis  better  for  me  not  to  hve 

Than  not  to  live  to  thee. 

Thou  art  my  living  fountain,  Lord, 
On  me  thy  streams  still  flow ; 

Myself  I  render  up  to  thee, 
To  whom  myself  I  owe. 

This  noble  and  immortal  soul 

Thou  breathedst  into  me, 
And  this  my  soul  shall  still  breathe  forth 

Immortal  praise  to  thee. 


QDur   (Snib  e. 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Be  thou  our  Guardian,  thou  our  Guide, 
O'er  every*  thought  and  step  preside. 

The  Hght  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way: 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  not  depart. 

Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way. 
Nor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray; 


THE    Church    Militant.         267 

Lead  us  to  Grod,  our  final  rest. 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 


^t   tbe    ^  avert. 

Bjgh  in  vonder  realms  of  light 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above ; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears. 

Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

Mid  the  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark !  their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love : 
BLappy  spirits !  ye  are  fled 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find- 
LuEed  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 

AH  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose ; 

There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 
There  no  angry  tempest  blows : 


268  Hymns    of 

Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow  in  eternal  rest. 


^rt    ®;i)ou    also    ^is    DiscipU? 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 

Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse 

Who  have  never  heard  his  name  1 

Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 

Every  trifle  give  me  pain. 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

When  I  turn  my  eyes  within 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild : 

Filled  with  unbehef  and  sin,  / 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  cliild  ? 

If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read. 

Sin  is  mixed  with  all  I  do ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 

Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 


THE    Church    Militant.         269 

Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorred, 

Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case ! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace. 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 

Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


£ook    not   Be  I)  in  b    Qil)zc 

Why  haltest  thus,  deluded  heart  ? 

Why  waverest  longer  in  thy  choice  ? 
Is  it  so  hard  to  choose  the  part 

Offered  by  heaven's  entreating  voice  ? 
Oh  look  with  clearer  eyes  again. 
Nor  strivi-  to  enter  in,  in  vain. 
Press  on ! 
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270  Hymns    of 

Remember,  'tis  not  Caesar's  throne, 
Nor  eartlily  honour,  wealth,  or  might, 

Whereby  God's  favour  shall  be  shown 
To  him  who  conquers  in  this  fight ; 

Himself,  and  an  eternity 

Of  bliss  and  rest,  he  offers  thee. 
Press  on ! 

Grod  crowneth  no  divided  heart; 

Oh  hallow  to  him  all  thy  life ! 
Who  loveth  Jesus  but  in  part. 

He  works  himself  much  pain  and  strife, 
And  gains  what  he  deserveth  well, 
Here  conflict,  and  hereafter  hell. 
Press  on ! 

Who  wresthng  long,  with  many  a  cry, 
Can  bid  farewell  at  last  to  all ; 

Yet  loveth  still  the  Lord  most  high, 
Loves  him  alone  whate'er  befall, 

Is  counted  worthy  of  the  crown, 

And  on  a  kingly  throne  set  down. 
Press  on  I 

Then  break  the  rotten  bonds  away 
That  hinder  you  your  race  to  run, 

That  make  you  linger  oft  and  stay ; 
Oh  be  your  course  afresh  begun! 

Let  no  false  rest  your  soul  deceive, 

Up  !  'tis  a  heaven  you  must  achieve  I 
Press  on ! 


THE    Church    Militant.        271 

Omnipotence  is  on  your  side, 

And  wisdom  watches  o'er  your  heads, 

And  Grod  himself  will  be  your  guide 
So  ye  but  follow  where  he  leads ; 

How  many,  guided  by  his  hand, 

Have  reached  ere  now  their  native  land. 
Press  on ! 

Let  not  the  body  dull  the  soul ; 

Its  weakness,  fears,  and  sloth  despise ; 
Man  toils  and  roams  from  pole  to  pole 

To  gain  some  earthly  fleeting  prize ; 
The  Highest  Good  he  little  cares 
To  win,  or,  striving,  soon  despairs. 
Press  on ! 

Oh  help  each  other,  hasten  on, 

Behold  the  goal  is  nigh  at  hand ; 
Soon  shall  the  battle-field  be  won, 

Soon  shall  your  King  before  you  stand  I 
To  calmest  rest  he  leads  you  now, 
And  sets  his  crown  upon  your  brow. 
Press  on  1 


®l)e    ©pen    Door. 

Thou  seest  my  feebleness, 
Jesus,  be  thou  my  power, 

My  help  and  refuge  in  distress, 
My  fortress  and  my  tower. 


272  Hymns    of 

Give  me  to  trust  in  thee ; 

Be  thou  my  sure  abode  : 
My  horn,  and  rock,  and  buckler  bo, 

My  Saviour  and  my  G-od. 

Myself  I  cannot  save, 
Myself  I  cannot  keep, 

But  strength  in  thee  I  surely  have, 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

My  soul  to  thee  alone, 

Now  therefore  I  commend : 

Thou,  Jesus,  love  me  as  thine  own, 
And  love  me  to  the  end. 


^gnmble    QTrtist. 

LoBD,  didst  thou  die,  but  not  for  me  ? 

Am  I  forbid  to  tmst  thy  blood  ? 
Hast  thou  not  pardons  rich  and  free? 

And  grace,  an  overwhelming  flood  ? 

Who  then  shall  drive  my  trembling  soul 
From  thee,  to  regions  of  despair  ? 

Who  has  surveyed  the  sacred  roll. 

And  found  my  name  not  written  there  ? 

Presumptuous  thought !  to  fix  the  bound, 
To  limit  mercy's  sovereign  reign : 

What  other  happy  souls  have  found 
I'll  seek,  nor  shall  I  seek  in  vain. 


THE    Church    Militant.        273 

1  own  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess: 

Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more  ? 

Of  crimes  already  numberless, 

Vain  the  attempt  to  swell  the  score. 

Were  the  black  Hst  before  my  sight, 
While  I  remember  thou  hast  died, 

'T would  only  urge  my  speedier  flight, 
To  seek  salvation  at  thy  side. 

Low  at  thy  feet  I'U  cast  me  down, 
To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear ; 

And,  if  thou  spurn  me  from  thy  throne, 
I'U  be  the  fost  who  perished  there. 


Sing. 

Sing,  sing  his  lofty  praise, 
Whom  angels  cannot  raise. 

But  whom  they  sing ; 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 
Object  of  angels'  love, 
Jesus,  whose  grace  we  prove, 

Jesus,  our  King. 

Jesus  the  curse  sustained, 
Bitter  the  cup  he  drained, 

Happy  for  us : 
Angels  were  filled  with  awe, 
When  their  own  King  they  saw 
Honour  his  holy  law, 

Honf  ur  it  thus. 


274  Hymns    op 

Eicli  is  the  grace  we  sing, 
Poor  is  the  praise  we  bring, 

Not  as  we  ought : 
But  when  we  see  his  face 
In  yonder  glorious  place, 
Then  we  shall  sing  his  grace, 

Sing  without  fault. 

Yet  we  will  sing  of  him, 
Jesus  our  lofty  theme, 

Jesus  we'll  sing ; 
Glory  and  power  are  his, 
His  too  the  kingdom  is ; 
Triumph,  ye  saints,  in  this, 

Jesus  is  Kinsf. 


3\vt  us  tl)is  tHla^  ^^'^^  lUailn  Bveah. 

While  others  pray  for  grace  to  die, 
0  Lord,  I  pray  for  grace  to  Uve  1 
For  every  hour  a  fresh  supply — 

0  see  my  need,  and  freely  give. 

I  do  not  dread  the  hour  of  death — 
If  I  am  thine,  no  fears  remain, — 
I  know  that  with  my  parting  breath 

1  leave  for  ever  mortal  pain. 

And  if  it  should  be  then  thy  will 
A  cloud  should  on  the  future  be. 

The  bow  of  promise  spans  it  still, 
I  will  believe — I  need  not  see  1 


THE    Church    Militant.        275 

E'en  if  the  darkness  should  appear 
Too  deep  for  faith  as  well  as  sight ; 

If  I  am  thine,  thou  wilt  be  near, 
And  take  me  to  thy  heavenly  light 

But  oh,  my  Lord !  in  life's  highway 
I  crave  the  sunshine  of  thy  face  ! 

And  every  moment  of  the  day 

I  need  thy  strong  supporting  grace. 

My  weary  spirit  cannot  drink 

At  springs  wliich  rise  from  earth  alone ; 
When  I  can  do  no  more,  I  think 

Of  living  waters  from  thy  throne. 

I  dare  not,  will  not,  Lord,  deny 
That  heart  and  feet  both  go  astray, 

Therefore  the  more  to  thee  I  cry 
To  keep  me  in  thy  chosen  way. 

The  more,  the  more  my  unbehef 

Keeps  me  from  walking  near  to  thee  j 

The  more.  Lord  Jesus,  is  my  grief, 
The  more  I  long  thy  face  to  see ! 

Yet  not  my  sorrow  nor  my  pain 

Can  keep  my  heart  to  heaven  and  thee  • 

Lord,  could  I  ever  stray  again 

If  thou  wouldst  always  look  on  me  ? 


276  Hymns    of 


Senb  fbrti)  QL\]^  Cigljt   anb  @:i)2  ^rntl), 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart  j 

This  stubborn  will  subdue ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

Mine  will  the  profit  be. 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise  j 

And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 


ittg   Name   is   Macob, 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow : 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  flice. 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name! 

Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea 

To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 


THE    Church   Militant.         277 

Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy, 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

Once  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer ; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  free — 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

Many  years  have  passed  since  then. 
Many  changes  have  I  seen, 
Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
Ailer  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

No — I  must  maintain  my  hold, 

'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold; 

I  can  no  denial  take 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake.  ^ 


ft  ax   ^  i  m. 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  G-od  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 
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278  Hymns    of 

Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  who  are  distressed, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 

Protection  he  affords  to  all 

Who  make  his  name  their  trust. 

0  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 
Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 

Make  you  his  service  your  delight. 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care. 

While  hungry  lions  lack  their  prey. 
The  Lord  will  food  provide 

For  such  as  put  their  trust  in  him, 
And  see  their  needs  supplied 


to  a  i  t  i  u  g  . 

"  Jesus'  hour  is  not  yet  come ;" 
Let  this  word  thy  answer  be, 

Pilgrim,  askhig  for  thy  home,  , 
Longing  to  be  blest  and  freei. 

Yet  a  season  tarry  on — 

Nobly  borne,  is  nobly  done. 


THE    Church    Militant.         279 

While  oppressing  cares  and  fears, 

Night  and  day  no  respite  leave, 
Still  prolonged  through  many  years, 

None  to  help  thee,  or  relieve ; 
Hold  the  word  of  promise  fast, 
Till  deliverance  comes  at  last. 

Every  creature-hope  and  trust, 

Every  earthly  prop  or  stay. 
May  he  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

May  have  failed  or  passed  away ; 
Then,  when  darkest  falls  the  night, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light. 

Yes,  the  Comforter  draws  nigh 

To  the  breaking,  bursting  heart. 
For,  with  tender  sympathy. 

He  has  seen  and  felt  its  smart : 
Through  its  darkest  hours  of  ill 
He  is  waiting,  watching  stUl. 

Dost  thou  ask.  When  comes  his  hour  ? 

Then,  when  it  shall  aid  thee  best. 
Trust  his  faithfulness  and  power, 

Trust  in  him  and  quiet  rest, 
Suffer  on,  and  hope,  and  wait — 
Tesus  never  comes  too  late. 

blessed  day,  which  hastens  fast. 

End  of  conflict  and  of  sin ! 
)eath  itself  shall  die  at  last, 

Heaven's  eternal  joys  begin, 
'hen  eternity  shall  prove 
'-od  is  Light,  and  Grod  is  Love. 


280  Hymns    op 


praise    to  t lie    Ucbeemer. 

Mighty  G-od,  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  an  infant  hsp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  man  as  well  as  angels, 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 
Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah.     Amen. 

Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  1 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 

Be  thy  just,  exalted  praise. 

For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature — 
Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought — 

For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought 

For  thy  providence  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain- 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow — 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 
Dark  through  brightness,  all  along  I 

Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression- 
Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song  ? 

Brightness  of  thy  Father's  glory, 
Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 

Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence,' 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 


THE    Church    Militant.         281 

Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming  ? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  ? 
Shame  would  cover  me,  ungrateful, 

Should  my  tongue  refuse  thy  praise. 

From  the  highest  throne  in  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe — 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives ! 

Flow  my  praise,  forever  flow. 

Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour ; 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne : 
Thence  return,  and  reign  forever ; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own. 
Hallelujah ! 


Cooking    at   tlie    (Eroas. 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 

And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree. 

In  agonies  and  blood. 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

Sure,  never,  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death 

Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
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282  Hymns    of 

My  conscience  felt,  and  owned  the  guilty 
And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

Alas,  I  knev/  not  what  I  did  : 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 

Where  shall  my  trembUng  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 

I  die  that  thou  may'st  hve." 

Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays, 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace. 

It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 

My  spirit  now  is  filled, 
That  I  should  such  a  Hfe  destroy, 

Yet  hve  by  him  I  kUled. 


STlje    (Enb   of  t\)c   £an) 

'Tis  finished !  the  Messiah  dies — 
Cut  off  for  sins,  but  not  liis  own ; 

Accomplished  is  the  sacrifice — 
The  great  redeeming  work  is  done. 


THE    Church    Militant.         283 

'Tis  finished !  all  the  debt  is  paid ; 

Justice  divine  is  satisfied ; 
The  grand  and  fiill  atonement  made ; 

Christ  for  a  guilty  world  hath  died. 

The  veil  is  rent ;  in  him  alone 

The  living  way  to  heaven  is  seen ; 

The  middle  wall  is  broken  down, 
And  a,ll  mankind  may  enter  in. 

The  types  and  figures  are  fulfilled ; 

Exacted  is  the  legal  pain ; 
The  precious  promises  are  sealed ; 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  is  slain, 

Death,  hell,  and  sin,  are  now  subdued; 

All  grace  is  now  to  sinners  given  j 
And  lo  !  I  plead  the  atoning  blood, 

And  in  thy  right  I  claim  my  heaven. 


Assurance   of  iTa itlj. 

A  DEBTOR  to  mercy  alone, 

Of  covenant  mercy  I  sing; 
Nor  fear,  with  thy  righteousness  on, 

My  person  and  off  rings  to  bring : 
The  terrors  of  law  and  of  G-od 

"With  me  can  have  nothing  to  do ; 
My  Saviour's  obedience  and  blood, 

Hide  a,ll  my  transgressions  fi-om  view. 


284  Hymns    of 

The  work  which  his  goodness  began, 

The  arm  of  his  strength  will  complete  j 
His  promise  is  yea  and  amen, 

And  never  was  forfeited  yet : 
Things  future,  nor  things  that  are  now, 

Not  all  things  below  nor  above, 
Can  make  him  his  purpose  forego, 

Or  sever  my  soul  from  his  love. 

My  name  from  the  palms  of  his  hands, 

Eternity  will  not  erase  : 
Imprest  on  his  heart  it  remains. 

In  marks  of  indelible  grace : 
Yes,  I  to  the  end  shall  endure, 

As  sure  as  the  earnest  is  given ; 
More  happy,  but  not  more  secure, 

The  glorified  spirits  in  heaven. 


^\)c   ftitnh. 

One  there  is  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  I 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end : 

They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 

Find  it  everlasting  love  ! 

Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us 

Could  or  would  have  shed  their  blood  ? 

But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 


TH 


E    Church    IsIilitaKT.         285 


This  was  boundless  love  indeed  1 
Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need. 

Men  when  raised  to  lofty  stations, 
Often  know  their  friends  no  more  ; 

Slight  and  scorn  their  poor  relations, 
Though  they  valued  them  before  : 

But  our  Saviour  always  owns 

Those  whom  he  redeemed  with  groans. 

When  he  lived  on  earth  abased. 
Friend  of  sinners  wa.3  his  name ; 

Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same  : 

Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 

And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

Could  we  bear  from  one  another 
What  he  daily  bears  from  us  ? 

Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother 
Loves  us  though  we  treat  him  thus : 

Though  for  good  we  render  ill. 

He  accounts  us  brethren  stilL 

Oh !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ou^ht. 


286  Hymns   op 


Jsrael   Dotl)   not   Know. 

The  kine  imguided  went, 

By  the  directest  road, 
When  the  Philistines  homeward  sent 

The  ark  of  Israel's  Grod. 

Lowing  they  passed  along, 
And  left  their  calves  shut  up  ; 

They  felt  an  instinct  for  their  young, 
But  would  not  turn  or  stop. 

Shall  brutes,  devoid  of  thought. 

Their  Maker's  will  obey ; 
And  we  who  by  his  grace  are  taught^ 

More  stubborn  prove  than  they  ? 

He  shed  his  precious  blood 

To  make  us  his  alone  ; 
If  washed  in  that  atoning  flood, 

We  are  no  more  our  own. 

If  he  his  will  reveal. 

Let  us  obey  liis  call ; 
And  think,  whate'er  the  flesh  may  feel, 

His  love  deserves  our  all. 

We  should  maintain  in  view 

His  glory,  as  our  end ; 
Too  much  we  cannot  bear,  or  do. 

For  such  a  matchless  friend. 


THE   Church   Militant.         287 

His  saints  should  stand  prepared 

In  duty's  path  to  run ; 
Nor  count  their  greatest  trials  hard, 

So  that  his  will  be  done. 

With  Jesus  for  our  guide, 

The  path  is  safe,  though  rough  ; 

The  promise  says,  "  I  "will  provide  j" 
And  faith  rephes,  "  Enough  I" 


toeakness. 

Who  seeks  in  weakness  an  excuse, 
His  sins  will  vanquish  never; 

Unless  he  heart  and  mind  renews, 
He  is  deceived  for  ever. 

The  straight  and  narrow  way. 
That  shines  to  perfect  day, 

He  hath  not  found,  hath  never  trod ; 
Little  he  knows,  I  ween. 
What  prayer  and  conflict  mean 

To  one  who  hath  the  light  of  Grod. 

In  what  the  world  calls  weakness,  lurks 

The  very  strength  of  evil ; 
Full  mightily  it  helps  the  works 
Of  our  great  foe  the  devil. 
Awake,  my  soul,  awake, 
Quickly  thy  refuge  take 


288  Hymns    of 

With  him,  the  Almighty,  who  can  sare: 
One  look  from  Christ,  thy  Lord, 
Can  sever  every  cord 

That  binds  thee  now,  a  wretched  slave. 

Know,  the  first  step  in  Christian  lore 
Is  to  depart  from  sin ; 

True  faith  will  leave  the  world  no  more 
A  place  thy  heart  within,— 
Thy  Saviour's  Spirit  first 
The  heavy  bonds  must  burst. 

Wherein  death  bound  thee  in  thy  need ; 
Then  the  fi-eed  spirit  knows 
What  strength  he  gives  to  those 

Who  with  their  Lord  are  risen  indeed. 

And  what  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  began, 

Help  thou  with  inner  might ! 
Earth  has  no  better  gifV.  for  man 
Than  strength  and  love  of  right 

Oh  make  thy  followers  just ! 

Who  look  to  thee  in  trust ; 
Thy  strength  and  justice  let  us  know ; 

Our  souls  through  thee  would  wear 

The  power  of  grace,  most  fair 
Of  all  the  jewels  faith  can  show. 

Strong  Son  of  God,  break  down  thy  foes, 

So  shall  we  conquer  ours ; 
Strong  in  the  might  from  thee  that  flows, 
We  mourn  not  lack  of  powers, 
E'er  since  that  from  above, 
The  witness  of  thy  love 


THE    Church   Militant.         289 

Thy  Spirit  came,  and  doth  abide 

With  us,  dispelling  fear 

And  falsehood,  that  we  here 
May  fight  and  conquer  on  thy  side. 

Give  strength  whene'er  our  strength  must  fail ; 

Give  strength  the  flesh  to  curb ; 
Give  strength  when  craft  and  sin  prevail 
To  weaken  and  disturb. 

The  world  doth  lay  her  snares 

To  catch  us  unawares 
Give  strength  to  sweep  them  aU  away ; 

So  in  our  utmost  need, 

And  when  death  comes  indeed, 
Thy  strength  shall  be  our  perfect  stay. 


That  man  no  guard  nor  weapon  needs, 
Whose  heart  the  blood  of  Jesus  knows ; 

But  safe  may  pass,  if  duty  leads, 

Through  burning  sands  and  mountain  snows. 

Released  from  guilt,  he  feels  no  fear, 
Redemption  is  his  shield  and  tower ; 

He  sees  his  Saviour  always  near 
To  help  in  every  trying  hour. 

Though  I  am  weak,  and  Satan  strong, 

And  often  to  assault  me  tries ; 
When  Jesus  is  my  shield  and  song, 

Abashed  the  wo' f  before  me  flies. 
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290  Hymns    of 

His  love  possessing,  I  am  blest, 

Secure  whatever  change  may  come : 

Whether  I  go  to  east  or  west, 
With  him  I  still  shall  be  at  home. 

If  placed  beneath  the  northern  pole, 
Though  winter  reigns  with  rigour  there, 

His  gracious  beams  would  cheer  my  soul, 
And  make  a  spring  throughout  the  year. 

Or  if  the  desert's  sunburnt  soil 
My  lonely  dwelling  e'er  should  prove, 

His  presence  would  support  my  toil, 
Whose  smile  is  hfe.  whose  voice  is  love. 


Eesignation. 

One  prayer  I  have, — all  prayers  in  one, 

When  I  am  wholly  thine ; 
Thy  will,  my  Grod,  thy  will  be  done, 

And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

All-wise,  all-mighty,  and  all-good. 

In  thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 

Are  merciful  and  just. 

Is  life  with  many  comforts  crowned, 
Upheld  in  peace  and  health. 

With  dear  affections  twined  around, 
Lord,  in  my  time  of  wealth, — 


J 


THE    Church    Militant.         291 

May  I  remember,  that  to  thee, 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe  ; 
And  back  in  gratitude  from  me, 

May  all  thy  bomities  flow. 

Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 

When  used  as  talents  lent ; 
Those  talents  only  well  employed, 

When  in  thy  ser\'ice  spent. 

And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 

"  The  Lord  is  gracious  stiLL" 

A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam. 

Of  nothing  long  possessed, 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home. 

For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

Write  but  my  name  upon  the  roll 

Of  thy  redeemed  above, 
Then  heart,  and  mind,  and  strength,  and  soul, 

I'll  love  thee  for  thy  love. 


|)e  a  c  e   in   SelictJing. 

Rejoice  evermore. 
With  angels  above. 

In  Jesus's  power, 
In  Jesus's  love ; 


292  Hymns    of 

With  glad  exultation 
Tour  triumph  proclaim, 

Ascribing  salvation 
To  Grod  and  the  Lamb. 

Thou,  Lord,  our  relief 

In  trouble  hast  been, 
Hast  saved  us  from  grief, 

Hast  saved  us  jfrom  sin: 
The  power  of  thy  Spirit 

Hath  set  our  hearts  free, 
And  now  we  inherit 

All  fulness  in  thee. 

All  fulness  of  peace, 

All  fulness  of  joy, 
A  spiritual  bliss 

That  never  shall  die ; 
To  us  it  is  given. 

In  Jesus,  to  know 
The  kingdom  of  heaven 

Commencinof  below. 


Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ  the  true,  the  only  Ught, 

Sun  of  righteousness,  arise. 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  m'ght; 

Day  spring  from  on  high,  be  near, 

Day  star,  in  my  heart  appear. 


THE   Church   Militant.         293 

Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

Unaccompanied  by  thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes  and  warm  my  heart. 

Visit  then  this  soul  of  mine. 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  griefj 

Fill  me,  radiancy  divine, 
Scatter  all  my  unbelief; 

More  and  more  thyself  display, 

Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


IDrsness   in   prager. 

0  for  the  happy  days  gone  by. 
When  love  ran  smooth  and  free, 

Days  when  my  spirit  so  enjoyed 
More  than  earth's  liberty  1 

O  for  the  times  when  on  my  heart 
Long  prayer  had  never  palled. 

Times  when  the  ready  thought  of  G-od 
Would  come  when  it  was  called  1 

Then,  when  I  knelt  to  meditate, 
Sweet  thoughts  came  o'er  my  soul, 

Countless,  and  bright,  and  beautiftil, 
Beyond  my  own  control. 
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294  Hymns    of 

0  wl.o  hath  locked  those  fountains  up  ? 

Those  visions  who  hath  stayed? 
What  sudden  act  liath  thus  transfonned 

My  sunshine  into  shade  ? 

This  freezing  heart,  0  "Lord !  this  will 

Dry  as  the  desert  sand, 
Good  thoughts  that  will  not  come,  bad  thoughts 

That  come  without  command, — 

A  faith  that  seems  not  faith,  a  hope 

That  cares  not  for  its  aim, 
A  love  that  none  the  hotter  grows 

At  Jesus'    blessed  name, — 

The  weariness  of  prayer,  the  mist 

O'er  conscience  overspread, 
The  chill  repugnance  to  frequent 

The  feast  of  angels'  bread : — 

If  this  drear  change  be  thine,  0  Lord  I 

If  it  be  thy  sweet  wiU, 
Spare  not.  but  to  the  very  brim 

The  bitter  chalice  fill. 

But  if  it  hath  been  sin  of  mine, 

0  shoTi'  that  sin  to  me, 
Not  to  get  back  the  sweetness  lost, 

But  to  make  peace  with  thee. 

One  thing  alone,  dear  Lord !  I  dread  j — 

To  have  a  secret  spot 
That  separates  my  soul  from  thee, 

And  yet  to  know  it  not. 


THE   Church   Militant.         295 

0  when  the  tide  of  graces  set 
So  full  upon  my  heart, 

1  know,  dear  Lord  !  how  faithlessly 
I  did  my  little  pait, 

I  know  how  well  my  heart  hath  earned 

A  chastisement  like  this, 
In  trifling  many  a  grace  away 

In  self-complacent  bliss. 

But  if  this  weariness  hath  come 

A  present  from  on  high, 
Teach  me  to  find  the  hidden  wealth 

That  in  its  depths  may  He. 

So  in  this  darkness  I  can  leam 

To  tremble  and  adore, 
To  sound  my  own  vile  nothingness, 

And  tlius  to  love  thee  more,  — 

To  love  thee,  and  yet  not  lo  think 

That  I  can  love  so  much, — 
To  have  thee  with  me.  Lord !  all  day, 

Yet  not  to  feel  thy  touch. 

If  I  have  served  thee.  Lord !  for  hire, 

EQre  which  thy  beauty  showed, 
Ah  I  I  can  serve  thee  now  for  nought, 

And  only  as  my  God. 

0  blessid  be  this  darkness  then, 

This  deep  in  which  I  he. 
And  blessed  be  all  things  that  teach 

Gods  dread  supremacy ! 


296  Hymns    op 


faint,   get   pursuing. 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  put  your  armour  on ; 
Engage  your  enemies ; 
Let  every  fear  be  gone  : 
Now  take  the  field,  the  fight  renew, 
And  never  yield — "  though  faint,  pursue." 

Come  feed  on  heavenly  bread, 

'Twill  make  you  strong  to  fight ; 
God  will  supply  your  need, 
And  put  your  foes  to  flight : 
His  arm  is  strong,  his  word  is  true, 
Ye  saints,  go  on,  "  though  faint,  pursue," 

Wage  war  with  every  foe. 
For  Grod  is  on  your  side , 
Let  all  the  nations  know 
That  you  in  God  confide : 
Gird  on  your  sword,  the  fight  renew, 
Look  to  the  Lord,  "■  though  faint,  pursue." 

Though  sin,  and  death,  and  hell. 
Your  heavenly  march  oppose ; 
Fear  not,  it  shall  be  well, 

Grod  will  confound  your  foes : 
Go  on,  ye  saints,  the  fight  renew. 
And  Gideon  like,  "  though  faint,  pursue." 


THE    Church    Militant.         29' 

Ne'er  lay  your  weapons  down, 

Till  death  shall  close  the  strife ; 
Till  you  receive  a  crown 
Of  everlastinof  life : 
On  God  depend,  the  fight  renew, 
As  Grideon  conquered,  so  shall  you. 


tDitl)    Sou   %ima^. 

"Why  pour'st  thou  forth  thine  anxious  plaint, 

Despairing  of  rehef, 
As  if  the  Lord  o'erlooked  thy  cause. 

And  did  not  heed  thy  grief  ? 

Hast  thou  not  known,  hast  thou  not  heard 

That  firm  remains,  on  high, 
The  everlasting  throne  of  him 

Who  formed  tlie  earth  and  sky  ? 

Art  thou  afraid  his  power  shall  fail 

When  comes  thy  evil  day  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 

Grrow  weary,  or  decay  ? 

Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power, 

The  Rock  of  ages  stands ; 
Though  him  thou  canst  not  see,  nor  trace 

The  working  of  his  hands. 

He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 

Supports  the  fainting  heart : 
And  courage,  in  the  evil  hour, 

His  heavenl}'  aids  impart. 


298  Hymns    of 

Mere  human  power  shall  fast  decay, 
And  youthful  vigour  cease ; 

But  they  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

They  with  unwearied  feet  shall  tread 

The  path  of  Hfe  divine ; 
With  growing  ardour  onward  move, 

With  growing  brightness  shine. 

On  eagles'  wings  they  mount,  they  soar, 
Their  wings  are  faith  and  love, 

Till  past  the  cloudy  regions  here, 
They  rise  to  heaven  above. 


toe    ?Uesire    a    I3etter  (HonntrB. 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

I  bid  this  world  farewell, 
Come  on,  my  fellow-travellers, 

In  spite  of  earth  and  hell : 
Though  Satan's  army  rages  hard, 

And  all  his  hosts  combine, 
The  Scripture  doth  engage  the  sword 

And  strength  of  love  divine. 

I'll  blow  the  gospel  trumpet  loud, 

And  on  the  nations  call. 
For  Christ  hath  me  commissioned 

To  say  he  died  for  all : 


i 


THE    Church    Militant.  299 

Come  try  his  grace,  come  prove  him  now, 

You  shall  the  gift  obtain ; 
He  will  not  send  you  empty  away, 

jSTor  let  you  come  in  vain. 

And  if  you  want  more  witnesses, 

We  have  some  just  at  hand, 
Who  lately  have  experienced 

The  glory  of  that  land. 
It  comes  in  copious  showers  down — 

Our  souls  can  scarce  contain ; 
It  fills  our  ransomed  powers  now, 

And  yet  we  drink  again. 

The  glories  of  that  heavenly  land 

I've  ofttimes  felt  before, 
And  what  I  feel  is  but  a  taste 

Which  makes  me  long  for  more. 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove 

I'd  fly  and  be  at  rest. 
Then  would  I  soar  to  worlds  above, 

And  dwell  among  the  blest 

0  could  I  reach  that  heavenly  throng 

I'd  ne'er  return  again, 
Nor  would  I  think  the  season  long 

That  I  had  suffered  pain. 
The  sons  of  Zion  marching  home, 

Along  the  heavenly  street, 
There  would  I  hail  them  as  they  come, 

And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet 


300  Hymns    of 

My  soul  looks  up  and  sees  him  smile 

While  he  the  blessing  sends, 
And  I  am  thinking  all  the  while — 

"  When  will  this  journey  end?" 
I  contemplate  it  can't  be  long 

Till  he  will  come  again — 
Then  I  shall  join  the  heavenly  throng, 

And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 


@:  t)e   NarrotD    fcO  ag. 

What  tliousands  never  knew  the  road  I 
What  thousands  hate  it  when  'tis  known  I 

None  but  the  chosen  tribes  of  God 
Will  seek  or  choose  it  for  their  own. 

A  thousand  ways  in  ruin  end, 
One  only  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 

By  that  my  willing  steps  ascend, 
Pleased  with  a  journey  to  the  sky. 

Nio  more  I  ask  or  hope  to  find 

Delight  or  happiness  below ; 
Sorrow  may  well  possess  the  mind 

That  feeds  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow. 

The  joy  that  fades  is  not  for  me, 

I  seek  immortal  joys  above ; 
There  glory  without  end  shall  be 

The  bright  reward  of  faith  and  love. 


THE    Church    Militant.         301 

Cleave  to  the  world,  ye  sordid  worms, 

Contented  lick  your  native  dust ! 
But  God  shall  fight  with  all  his  storms. 

Against  the  idol  of  your  trust 


Come   iDitl)    Hs 

Sinner  go,  will  you  go, 

To  the  high  lands  of  heaven  ? 
Where  the  storms  never  blow. 

And  the  long  summer  s  given : 
Where  the  bright  blooming  flowers 

Are  their  odours  emitting; 
And  the  leaves  of  the  bowers 

In  the  breezes  are  flitting. 

Where  the  saints  robed  in  white — 

Cleansed  in  life's  flowing  fountain, 
Shining  beauteous  and  bright, 

They  inhabit  the  mountain  ; 
Where  no  sin,  nor  dismay, 

[N'either  trouble  or  sorrow. 
Will  be  felt  for  to-day, 

xsor  be  feared  for  the  morrow. 

He's  prepared  thee  a  home — 
Sinner,  canst  thou  believe  it 

And  invites  thee  to  come, 
Sinner,  wilt  thou  receive  it  ? 
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302  Hymns    of 

0  come,  sinner,  come, 
For  the  tide  is  recedmg, 

And  the  Saviour  will  soon, 
And  forever,  cease  pleading. 


JJraser  for  tlje  Hcignof  Cl)rist 

Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise ! 

Rise  and  assert  thy  sway ; 
Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  brings, 

And  distant  lands  obey. 

Ride  forth,  victorious  conqueror,  ride, 

Till  all  thy  foes  submit. 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 

Their  trophies  at  thy  feet ! 

Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 

This  spacious  earth  around  ; 
Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

Oh  may  the  great  Redeemer's  name 
Through  every  clime  be  known ! 

And  heathen  gods,  like  Dagon,  fall, 
And  Jesus  reign  alone. 

From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored  I 
And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 

Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 


THE    Church    Militant.         303 


free    (3xacc, 

The  voice  of  free  grace 

Cries,  escape  to  the  mountain; 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain 
For  sin  and  transgression, 

And  every  pollution, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely, 
As  streams  from  the  ocean. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
By  vehoui  we  find  pardon, 

We  will  perfectly  praise  him 
When  we've  passed  over  Jordan, 

That  fountain  so  clear 

By  which  we  find  favour, 
From  Jesus'  side  flows, 

And  proves  him  the  Saviour. 
Though  your  sins  were  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely, 

As  streams  from  a  fountain. 

0  Jesus  !  ride  on, 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious ; 
Thy  name  shall  be  praised 

In  the  great  congregation, 
And  saints  shall  delight 

In  ascribing  salvation. 


304  Hymns    of 

When  with  Zion  we  stand, 

Having  gained  the  blest  shore. 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands 
We'll  praise  him  evermore. 
We  will  range  the  blest  fields 
On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujah 
For  ever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
By  whom  we  find  pardon. 

We  will  perfectly  praise  him 
When  we've  passed  over  Jordan. 


Far  from  these  scenes  of  night 

Unbounded  glories  rise. 
And  realms  of  joy  and  pure  delight 

Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

Fair  land ! — could  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  I 

No  cloud  those  regions  know — ' 
Realms  ever  bright  and  fair ; 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 


THE    Church    Militant.         305 

0  may  the  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  w  th  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 

Bear  ev^^ry  thought  above. 

Prepared,  jy  grace  divine, 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high, 
Lord,  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 

The  chorus  of  the  sky. 


N  0  U). 

Now  I  hve ; 
But  if  to-night  ?  to-morrow  ?  know  I  not. 
0  well  for  me,  when  I  can  leave  my  lot 

All  unto  God ! 
To  him  my  faithful  service  give, 
And  through  his  Spirit's  strength 
Prepare  for  my  account  at  Itugth. 

See  the  flower 
Which  full  of  brightness  in  the  morning  shone : 
It  doth  no  longer  wave  the  stalk  upon 

When  evening  comes. 
So  lasts  man's  glory  but  an  hour. 
And  canst  thou,  soul,  thus  waste 
A  life  that  flieth  in  such  haste  ? 

Stand  thou  clear 
From  earth.     Here  is  thy  struggle — yonder,  rest 
Up,  up,  my  soul !  press  forward,  heaven  is  best ! 

Now  hasten  home ! 
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306  Hymns    of 

Let  earih  seem  distant — heaven  more  near. 

How  soon  this  life  doth  fly  ! 

How  soon  comes  that  which  shall  not  die  1 

Never  delay 
To  do  the  duty  wliich  the  hour  brings, 
Whether  it  be  in  great  or  smaller  things ; 

For  who  doth  know 
What  he  shall  do  the  coming  day  ? 
This  moment  is  for  thee  ; 
The  next,  perhaps,  thou  wilt  not  see. 

Father  of  all ! 
So  let  thy  warning,  '■  watch  !'  be  not  in  vain,- 

Let  my  soul  hear. 
And  daily  answer  to  the  call. 
Then  sudden  death  shall  be 
But  a  quick  step  to  life  and  thee ! 


£ox   X\)t   Saoiour's    (Suibance. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
0  let  me,  from  this  day. 

Be  wholly  thine. 

May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart; 
My  zeal  inspire ; 


THE    Church   Militant.         307 

As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 
A  living  fire. 

While  hfe's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread. 

Be  thou  my  guide ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
"Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away. 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream ; 
"When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
0  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  soul  I 


Safe  tg. 

How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  0  Lord, 

How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide. 

Their  help.  Omnipotence. 

In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care. 
Through  burning  cUmes  they  pass  unhurt, 

And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 


308  Hymns    of 

When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne, 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 

They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

The  storm  is  laid — the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command, 

At  thy  command  is  still. 

In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths. 
Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 

We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life. 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot^ 

Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 


Jel)oual)-iFirel). 

Though  troubles  assail. 

And  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  aU  fail, 

And  foes  all  unite  : 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us. 

Whatever  betide. 
The  Scripture  assures  us. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 


THE    Church    Militant.         309 

The  birds  without  bam 

Or  storehouse  are  fed ; 
From  them  let  us  \esm 

To  trust  for  our  bread ; 
His  saints  what  is  fitting 

Shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

We  may,  like  the  ships, 

By  tempests  be  tossed 
On  perilous  deeps, 

But  cannot  be  lost : 
Though  Satan  enrages 

The  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

His  call  we  obey, 

Like  Abra'm  of  old, 
Not  knowing  our  way, 

But  faith  makes  us  bold ; 
For  though  we  are  strangers^ 


We  have  a  good  guide, 

And  trust,  in  all  dangers, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

When  Satan  appears 
To  stop  up  our  path, 

And  fill  us  with  fears, 
We  triumph  by  faith ; 


;}10  Hymns    of 

He  cannot  take  from  us, 
Though  oft  he  has  tried, 

This  heart-cheering  promise, 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

He  tells  us  we're  weak, 

Our  hope  is  in  vain. 
The  good  that  we  seek 

We  ne'er  shall  obtain ; 
But  when  such  suggestions 

Our  spirits  have  phed, 
This  answers  all  questions— 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

No  strength  of  our  own 

Or  goodness  we  claim , 
Yet  since  we  have  known 

The  Saviour's  great  name, 
In  this  our  strong  tower 

For  safety  we  hide : 
The  Lord  is  our  power. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

When  hfe  sinks  apace, 

And  death  is  in  view, 
This  word  of  his  grace 

Shall  comfort  us  through : 
No  fearing  or  doubting, 

With  Christ  on  our  side. 
We  hope  to  dio  shouting, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 


THE    Church    Militant.         311 


£ct    tljcre    be    £iglit. 

0  Spirit  of  the  living  G-od ! 

In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 

Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 

Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light; 
Confusion,  order  in  thy  path ; 

Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might, 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

0  Spirit  of  the  Lord !  prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet 

Breathe  thou  abroad  like  morning  air, 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

Baptize  the  nations ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 

The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Tin  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

God  fi-om  eternity  hath  willed 

All  flesh  sliall  his  salvation  see; 
So  be  the  Father's  love  fulfilled, 
The  Saviour's  sufferings  cro -vned  through  thee. 


312  Hymns    of 


®l)je  Eeign   of  (Ulirist. 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed  ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son : 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  I 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

He  comes  with  succour  speedy 

To  those  who  suflfer  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  tm'n  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

By  such  shall  he  be  feared 

While  sun  and  moon  endure. 
Beloved,  obeyed,  revered; 

For  he  shall  judge  the  poor 
Through  changing  generations, 

With  justice,  mercy,  truth. 
While  stars  maintain  their  stations, 

Or  moons  renew  their  youth. 

He  shall  come  down  like  showers, 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth. 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 


THE   Church   Militaxt.         318 

Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  Peace,  the  herald,  go ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

Arabia's  desert  ranger 

To  him  shall  bow  the  knee, 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 

His  glory  come  to  see : 
With  offerings  of  devotion, 

Ships  from  the  Isles  shall  mee^ 
To  pour  the  wealth  of  ocean 

In  tribute  at  his  feet 

Ejngs  shall  fall  down  before  him,  ' 

And  gold  and  incense  bring ; 
All  nations  shall  adore  him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing  : 
For  he  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 

For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  mountain-Qews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown. 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish, 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 


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314  Hymns    op 

O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blest ; 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever, 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 


®l)e  Book  of  Nature  arib  Scripture. 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord ; 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  hues. 

The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess  j 

But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  Avhole  earth,  and  never  stand; 

So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

Nor  shall  thy  spreaamg  gospel  rest 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 

Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  lifjht  or  feel  the  sun. 


I 


THE    Church    Militant.        315 
G-reat  Sun  of  Rio^hteousness,  arise. 


"} 


Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right 

Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven  ; 

Lord,  cleanse  ray  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 


10  e  a  c  t, 

0  HOW  sweet  it  is  to  me 

Before  my  gracious  Lord  to  fall  1 
Talk  with  him  continually, 

Make  my  blessed  Jesus  all. 

Other  pleasures  I  have  sought, 

Tried  the  world,  a  thousand  times, 

Peace  pursued,  but  found  it  not. 
For  I  still  retained  my  crimes. 

Never  could  my  heart  be  blessed 
Till  from  guilt  I  found  it  freed  j 

Jesus,  now,  has  me  released, 
I,  in  him,  am  free  indeed. 

Saviour,  bind  me  to  thy  cross, 
Let  thy  love  possess  my  heart  j 

All  besides  I  count  but  dross ; 
Christ  and  I  will  never  part. 


316  Hymns    of 

In  his  blood  such  peace  I  find, 
In  his  love  such  joy  is  given ; 

He  who  is  to  Jesus  joined 
Finds  on  earth  a  httle  heaven. 


JF    £aib   me    UDoron   anb    Slept 

What  though  my  frail  eyelids  refuse 

Continual  watching  to  keep, 
And  punctual  as  midnight  renews, 

Demand  the  refreshment  of  sleep ; 
A  sovereign  protector  I  have, 

Unseen,  yet  for  ever  at  hand, 
Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 

Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 

From  evil  secure  and  its  dread, 

I  rest  if  my  Saviour  is  nigh, 
And  songs  his  kind  presence,  indeed. 

Shall  in  the  night  season  supply ; 
He  smiles,  and  my  comforts  abound. 

His  grace  as  the  dew  shall  descend, 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 

The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 

Kind  author  and  ground  of  my  hope. 
Thee,  thee,  for  my  Q-od  I  avow, 

My  glad  Eben-ezer  set  up. 

And  own  thou  hast  helped  me  till  now ; 


THE    Church    Militant.         317 

I  muse  on  the  years  that  are  past, 

Wherein  my  defence  thou  hast  proved, 

Nor  wilt  thou  relinquish  at  last 
A  sinner  so  signaUy  loved. 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer, 

Thou  feeder  and  guardian  of  mine, 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care 

I  sleeping  and  waking  resign ; 
If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me, 
And  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

Thy  minist'ring  spirits  descend, 

To  watch  wlaile  thy  saints  are  asleep, 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 

The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep  ; 
Bright  seraphs,  despatched  from  thy  throne, 

Repair  to  the  stations  assigned. 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  down 

To  guard  the  elect  of  mankind. 

Thy  worship  no  interval  knows, 

Their  fervour  is  still  on  the  wing ; 
And  while  they  protect  my  repose. 

They  chaunt  to  the  praise  of  my  King ; 
I,  too,  at  the  season  ordained. 

Their  chorus  for  ever  shall  join. 
And  love  and  adore,  without  end, 

Their  ^aitliful  Creator,  and  mine. 
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318  Hymns    of 


0  er  t)  i  c  e. 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  Q-od 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 

My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house 

My  offering  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 

My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  Grod  1 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight  1 

How  precious  is  their  blood ! 

How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  hfe,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 

Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

Now  I  am  tliine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor  shall  my  purpose  move ; 

Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow. 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


THE    Chuech   Militant.         319 


Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 

In  all  things  thee  to  see, 
And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 

To  do  it  as  for  thee : 

Not  rudely,  as  a  beast, 

To  runne  into  an  action ; 
But  still  to  make  thee  prepossest, 

And  give  it  his  perfection, 

A  man  that  looks  on  glasse, 

On  it  may  stay  his  eye  ; 
Or  if  he  pleaseth,  through  it  passe, 

And  then  the  heaven  espie, 

All  may  of  thee  partake : 

Nothing  can  be  so  mean, 
Which  with  this  tincture  (for  thy  sake) 

Win  not  grow  bright  and  clean, 

A  servant  with  this  clause 

Makes  drudgerie  divine : 
Who  sweeps  a  room  as  for  thy  laws, 

Makes  that  and  the  action  fine. 

This  is  the  famous  stone 

That  tumeth  all  to  gold 
For  that  which  Grod  doth  touch  and  own 

Cannot  for  less  be  told. 


820  Hymns    op 


The  Grod  of  harvest  praise  ; 
In  loud  thanksgivings  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice ; 
The  valleys  laugh  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 

The  streams  rejoice. 

Of  food  for  man  and  beast, 
Jehovah  spreads  a  feast, 

Above,  beneath : 
Ye  herds  and  flocks  draw  near, 
Fowls,  ye  are  Avelcome  here ; 
His  goodness  crowns  the  year 

For  all  that  breathe. 

Gktrden  and  orchard  ground 
Autumnal  fruits  have  crowned — 

The  vintage  glows : 
Here  plenty  pours  her  horn ; 
There  the  full  tide  of  corn, 
Swayed  by  the  breath  of  mom, 

The  land  o'erflows. 

The  wind,  the  rain,  the  sun, 

Their  genial  work  have  done. 
Wouldst  thou  be  fed  ? 

Man,  to  thy  labour  bow. 

Thrust  in  the  sickle  now, 

Reap  where  thou  once  didst  plough- 
God  sends  tliee  bread. 


THE    Church    Militant.         321 

Thy  few  seeds  scattered  wide 
His  hand  hath  multipUed ; 

Here  thou  may'st  find 
Christ's  miracle  renewed; 
With  self-producing  food, 
He  feeds  a  multitude — 

He  feeds  mankind. 

The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise 

With  one  accord ; 
From  field  to  gamer  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along 
And  in  your  harvest  song, 
Bless  ye  the  Lord. 

Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 

And  your  souls'  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth : 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely ;  but  be  not 
His  benefits  forgot. 

Amidst  your  mirth. 


^uspiciaus    ittorn. 

Awake,  ye  saints,  awake ! 

And  hail  this  sacred  day : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 

Your  joyful  homage  pay ; 
Come  bless  the  day  that  Grod  hath  blest, 
The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 


322  Hymns    of 

On  this  auspicious  morn 

The  Lord  of  life  arose ; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes ; 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruit  of  all  his  love. 

All  haD,  triumphant  Lord ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 
And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 


i^acing   Nothing 

Source  of  all  good  to  which  I  aspire, 

Saviour  most  kind. 
This  is  my  hope  and  only  desire, 

Thy  favour  to  find. 

My  weakness  and  sin,  my  weariness,  Lord, 

Are  known  unto  thee ; 
From  heaven  whence  all  thy  bounties  are  poured, 

My  want  thou  dost  see. 

Thou  knowest  what  good  my  spirit  doth  need, 

All  others  above. 
And  how  I  am  poor  in  all  things  indeed, 

But  most  in  thy  love. 


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THE    Church    Militant.         323 

Poor,  wretched,  and  needy,  I  lie  at  thy  feet. 

Beseeching  thy  grace ; 
And  wait,  though  unworthy,  for  what  I  entreat, 

A  sight  of  thy  face. 

Look  down  on  a  heart  which  only  doth  seek 

Bj  thee  to  be  fed, — 
Whicli  weary,  and  hungry,  and  guilty,  and  weak, 

Asks  heavenly  bread. 

These  icicles  melt  by  the  light  of  thy  face. 

Which  hang  in  my  heart, 
And  fill  my  whole  soul  with  the  shining  of  grace, 

TiU  darkness  depart. 

Be  thou  the  sole  glory  and  thou  the  chief  good 
My  heart  to  control ; 

And  be  thou  the  daily  and  hourly  food 
To  nourish  my  soul. 

Become  its  rejoicing,  its  stronghold  of  love, 

Its  aim  and  its  end ; 
Its  glory  on  earth,  and  its  glory  above, 

0  Jesus,  my  friend ! 


JJras   toitl)out   (Eeasing. 

Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give : 

Long  as  they  live  should  Chiistlans  pray, 
For  only  wiiile  they  pray  tliey  live. 


324  Hymns    of 

The  Christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites, 
He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within  ; 

The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Christ  receives,  and  gives  it  in. 

And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie, 

When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thy  prayer  ? 
My  soul,  thou  hast  a  friend  on  high, 

Arise,  and  try  thy  interest  there. 

If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay. 

If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 

The  remedy's  before  thee — pray. 

'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak ; 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame : 
Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak  ; 

But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

Depend  on  him,  thou  canst  not  fail ; 

Make  aU  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not — his  merits  must  prevail ! 

Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done, 


toeak  Belieuers   (Knconrageb, 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  : 

Loud,  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 


THE    Church    Militant.        325 

Thoadi  in  a  foreisfn  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home, 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 

We  every  moment  come. 

His  grace  will  to  the  end, 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 

Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

Fastened  within  the  vail, 

Hope  be  your  anchor  strong ; 
His  loving  spirit  the  sweet  gale, 

That  wafts  you  smooth  along. 

Or,  should  the  surges  rise. 

And  peace  delay  to  come ; 
Blest  is  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm. 

That  drives  us  nearer  home. 

The  people  of  his  choice. 

He  will  not  cast  away ; 
Yet  do  not  always  here  expect 

On  Tabor's  mount  to  stay. 

When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  Grod, 

And  rest  upon  his  name. 

Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  liis  control ; 
His  loving  kindness  shall  break  through 

The  midnight  of  the  soul. 
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326  Hymns    of 

Xo  wonder,  when  Grod's  love 
Pervades  your  kindling  breast, 

You  wish  for  ever  to  retain 
The  heart-transporting  guest. 

Yet  learn  in  every  state, 
To  make  his  will  your  own ; 

And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  walk  by  faith  alone. 

By  anxious  fear  depressed, 

When,  from  the  deep  ye  mourn, 

"  Lord,  why  so  hasty  to  depart,. 
So  tedious  in  return  !" 

Still  on  his  plighted  love. 

At  all  events  rely  : 
The  very  liidings  of  his  face, 

Shall  train  thee  up  to  joy. 

Wait  till  the  shadows  flee ; 

Wait  thy  appointed  hour : 
Wait,  till  the  bridegroom  of  thy  soul 

Eeveals  his  love  with  power. 

The  time  of  love  will  come, 
When  thou  shalt  clearly  see, 

Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 
But  that  it  flowed  for  thee. 

Tarry  his  leisure  then, 

Although  he  seem  to  stay : 

A  moment's  intercourse  with  him, 
Thy  grief  will  overpay. 


THE  Church  Militant.         327 

Blest  is  the  man,  0  Grod, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  ! 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  tliy  salvation  see. 


Sn    ^^ctremitB 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 

In  trial's  fearful  hour, — 
Bow  all  resigned  beneath  his  rod, 

And  bless  his  sparing  power; — 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, — 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 


O  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 

Though  trials  fix  me  there. 
Is  still  a  privilege  most  sweet ; 

For  he  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 
The  Lord  is  nigh  to  answer  me. 

Then  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave. 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes ; 
Blessed  be  he  who  smites  to  save, 
Who  heals  the  heart  he  breaks  : 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  liis  ways. 
Whom  heaven  adores  and  earth  obeys. 


328  Hymns  op 


®  nro  a  r  b. 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian, 

When  it  is  strongest ; 
Watch  for  day,  Christian, 

When  the  night's  longest. 
Onward  and  onward  still 

Be  thine  endeavour, 
The  rest  that  remaineth 

Shall  be  for  ever. 

Fight  the  fight,  Christian, 

Jesus  is  o'er  thee, — 
Run  the  race.  Christian, 

Heaven  is  before  thee. 
He  that  hath  promised 

Faltereth  never — 
The  love  of  eternity 

Flows  on  for  ever. 

Lift  the  eye,  Christian, 

Just  as  it  closeth ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian, 

Ere  it  reposeth. 
Thee  from  the  love  of  Christ 

Nothing  shall  sever. 
Mount  when  thy  work  is  done — 

Praise  him  for  ever  1 


THE   Church  Militant.        329 
fox   Patience. 

Sweet  Patience,  come  1 
With  long  distress  my  spirit  faints, 
And  my  heart  breaks  with  its  complaints  ; 
A.nd  eager  pain,  to  find  relief, 
Solicits  even  change  of  grief, — 
And  unbehef  disturbs  my  trust, 
And  shakes  my  hopes — as  with  a  gust 
Spring  blossoms  flutter  from  the  stalk, 
And  withering  lie  upon  the  walk ; — 

Sweet  Patience,  come  I 

Sweet  Patience,  come ! 
Not  from  a  low  and  earthly  source — 
Waiting,  till  things  shall  have  their  course, — 
Not  as  accepting  present  pain 
In  hope  of  some  hereafter  gain, — 
Not  in  a  dull  and  sullen  calm, — 
But  as  a  breatii  of  heavenly  balm, 
Bidding  my  weary  heart  submit 
To  bear  whatever  Q-od  sees  fit, 

Sweet  Patience,  come  I 

Sweet  Patience,  come ! 
Tell  me  my  Father  hath  not  shed 
One  grief  too  many  on  my  head  : 
Tell  me  his  love  remembers  stiU 
His  children,  suffering  at  his  will. — 
How  excellent  a  thought  to  me 
His  loving  kindness  then  shall  be  1 
Then  in  the  shadow  of  his  wings 
I'll  hide  me,  from  all  troublous  things  ; 

Sweet  Patience,  come  1 
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330  Hymns    of 


®l)e    Euler's    Daugljter. 

Could  the  creatures  help  or  ease  us, 

Seldom  should  we  think  of  prayer : 
Few,  if  any,  come  to  Jesus, 

Till  reduced  to  self-despair  : 
Long  we  either  slight  or  doubt  him, 

But  when  all  the  means  we  try, 
Prove  we  can  not  do  without  him, 

Then  at  last  to  him  we  cry. 

Thus  the  ruler,  when  his  daughter 

Suffered  much,  though  Christ  was  nigh, 
Still  deferred  it,  till  he  thought  her 

At  the  very  point  to  die : 
Though  he  mourned  for  her  condition. 

He  did  not  entreat  the  Lord, 
Till  he  found  that  no  physician 

But  himself  could  help  afford. 

Jesus  did  not  once  upbraid  him, 

That  he  had  no  sooner  come 
But  a  gracious  answer  made  him, 

And  went  straightway  with  him  home. 
Yet  his  faith  was  put  to  trial. 

When  his  servants  came,  and  said, 
"  Though  he  gave  thee  no  denial, 

'Tis  too  late,  the  child  is  dead." 

Jesus  to  prevent  his  grieving, 

Kindly  spoke  an^l  cased  his  pain ; 


THE    Church    Militant.         331 

^'  Be  not  fearful,  but  believing, 

Thou  shalt  see  her  live  again." 
When  he  found  the  people  weeping, 

"  Cease,"  he  said,  "no  longer  mourn ; 
For  she  is  not  dead,  but  sleeping;" 

Then  they  laughL;d  him  to  scorn. 

0  thou  meek  and  lowly  Sa^^our, 

How  determined  is  thy  love ! 
Not  this  rude,  unkind  behaviour, 

Could  thy  gracious  purpose  move. 
Soon  as  he  the  room  had  entered, 

Spoke  and  took  her  by  the  hand, 
Death  at  once  his  prey  surrendered, 

And  she  hved  at  his  command. 

Fear  not,  then,  distressed  beUever, 

Venture  on  his  mighty  Name  : 
He  is  able  to  dehver, 

And  his  love  is  still  the  same  : 
Can  his  pity  or  his  power 

Suffer  thee  to  pray  in  vain  ? 
Wait  but  his  appointed  hour, 

And  thy  suit  thou  shalt  obtain. 


3  toill  (Trust  anb  Xot  be  ^fraib. 

Begone,  unbelief, 

My  Saviour  is  near. 
And  for  my  relief 

Will  surely  appear ; 


332  Hymns    of 

By  prayer  let  me  wrestle, 
And  he  wiU  perform  ; 

With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 
I  smile  at  the  storm. 

Though  dark  be  my  way, 

Since  he  is  my  guide 
'Tis  mine  to  obey, 

'Tis  his  to  provide ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken, 

And  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken 

Will  surely  prevail. 

His  love  in  time  past, 

Forbids  me  to  think 
He  '11  leave  me  at  last 

In  trouble  to  sink ; 
Each  sweet  Eben-ezer 

I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure 

To  help  me  quite  through. 

Determined  to  save, 

He  watched  o'er  my  path, 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave, 

I  sported  with  death ; 
And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me 

To  put  me  to  shame  ? 


THE    Church   Militant.         333 

Why  should  I  complain 

Of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? 

He  told  me  no  less  : 
The  heirs  of  salvation, 

I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation 

Must  follow  their  Lord. 

How  bitter  that  cup, 

]Sro  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up, 

That  sinners  might  Uve ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher, 

And  darker  than  mine ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer. 

And  shall  I  repine  ? 

Since  aU  that  I  meet 

Shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet. 

The  med'ciae  is  food ; 
Though  painful  at  present, 

'Twill  cease  before  long. 
And  then,  0  how  ple^ant 

The  conqueror's  song  I 


334  Hymns    op 


Id  I)  at   is    JJrager? 

Prater  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

Prayer  is  the  burthen  of  a  sigh. 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 

When  none  but  Grod  can  hear. 

Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 

The  majesty  on  high. 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways. 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  cry,  "Behold  he  prays!" 

Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death ; 

He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one 
In  word,  and  deed,  and  mind, 

While  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 


THE    Church    Militant.         335 

Nor  prayer  is  made  by  man  alone, 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads, 
And  Jesus,  on  the  eternal  throne, 

For  sinners  intercedes. 

0  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  Grod, 

The  hfe,  the  tnith,  the  way  ! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod ; 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


®l]Ti    tOorb    is    (50o5. 

0  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  word. 
Thy  gracious  covenant,  0  Lord ! 
It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  way, 

1  think  upon  it  aU  the  day. 

What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth, 
The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health? 
What  are  all  joys,  compared  -vvith  those 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows  ? 

Long  unaflflicted,  undismayed. 
In  pleasure's  path,  secure  I  strayed : 
Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chastening  rod, 
And  straight  I  turned  unto  my  Grod. 

What  though  it  pierced  my  fainting  heart — 
I  bless  thine  hand  that  caused  the  smart ; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow. 
But  saved  me  from  eternal  wo. 


336  Hymns    of 

Oh !  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastised, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despised ; 
And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid, 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betrayed. 

I  love  thee,  therefore,  0  my  God, 
And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode  ; 
Where,  in  thy  presence,  fully  blest, 
Thy  chosen  saints  for  ever  rest. 


®l)c  Jon  of  tl)e  Corir  is  20ur  Strcngtt). 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

In  nature's  barren  soil : 
AU  we  can  boast  tiU  Christ  we  know. 

Is  vanity  and  toil. 

But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace. 
And  made  his  glories  known  ; 

There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pardoning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 

Grive  joys  like  those  above. 

To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  veil, 

To  know  that  Grod  is  mine, 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 

Unspeakable !  divine  1 


THE    Church    Militant.        337 

These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 

And  sanctify  the  mind  ; 
Wliich  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

No  more,  believers,  mourn  your  lot. 

But  if  you  are  the  Lord's, 
Resign  to  them  that  know  him  not, 

Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 


®l)e    CSob  of  ^braljam. 

The  Grod  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above : 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love  : 
Jehovah,  G-reat  I  Am  1 

By  earth  and  heaven  confessed  ; 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 

Forever  blest. 

The  Grod  of  Abrah'm  praise. 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand  : 
-  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power  ; 
An  J  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 
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338  Hymns    of 

He  by  himself  hath  sworn : 

I  on  his  oath  depend ; 
I  shall,  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  liis  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  Avonders  of  his  grace 

Forever  more. 

Though  nature's  strength  decay. 

And  earth  and  hell  withstand, 
To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way, 

At  his  command ; 
The  wat'ry  deep  I  pass, 

With  Jesus  in  my  view ; 
And  through  the  howhng  wilderness 

My  way  pursue. 

The  goodly  land  I  see, 

With  peace  and  plenty  blest ; 
A  land  of  sacred  liberty. 

And  endless  rest. 
There  milk  and  honey  flow. 

And  oil  and  wine  abound ; 
And  trees  of  Ufe  forever  grow, 

With  mercy  crowned. 

There  dwells  the  Lord  our  kino:. 

The  Lord  oar  Righteousness, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  wOrld  anl  sin. 

Tii>  Pi-iuoo  of  p^ice  ; 


THE    Church   Militant.         339 

On  Zion's  sacred  height, 

His  kingdom  still  maintains ; 
And  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light 

Forever  reigns. 

He  keeps  his  own  secure ; 

He  guards  them  by  his  side ; 
Arrays  in  garments  wliite  and  pure, 

His  spotless  bride ; 
With  groves  of  living  joys, 

With  streams  of  sacred  bhss, 
With  all  the  fruits  of  paradise, 

He  still  suppMes. 

The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  Grod  on  high ; 
Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

They  ever  cry : 
Hail,  Abraham's  God  and  mine  1 

(I  join  the  heavenly  lays,) 
AU  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 

And  endless  praise. 


Q[l)e    Ueqiiest. 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bhss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies. 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 


340  Hymns    of 

"  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thanldul  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free  ; 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee, 

"  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 
My  Ufe  and  death  attend ; 

Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 


QL[)c  i^eatJens  bcciare  tljn  (Sior^. 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 

Their  great  Original  proclaim  : 

Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day. 

Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 

And  pubUshes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale. 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Eepeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 
While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  fi'o:n  pole  to  pole. 


THE    Church    Militant.         341 

What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


@:i)e    ^ibben    £ife. 

0  HAPPY  soul  that  lives  on  hisrh, 

O      7 

While  men  lie  grovelling  here ! 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky. 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings. 

While  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  hfe,  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

He  waits  in  secret  on  his  Grod, 

His  God  in  secret  sees  : 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 

He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 

His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen. 

Beyond  this  world  of  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 

Xor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 
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342  Hymns    of 

He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne, 

To  raise  his  figure  here, 
Content  and  pleased  to  hve  alone, 

Till  Christ  his  life  appear. 

He  looks  to  heaven's  eternal  hills, 
To  meet  that  glorious  day : 

But  patient  waits  his  Saviour's  will 
To  fetch  his  soul  away. 


U3itne00   of  ^eaoen. 

And  may  I  hope,  that  when  no  more 
My  pulse  shall  beat  with  life  below, 

I  shall  the  God  of  grace  adore. 
And  all  the  bhss  of  glory  know  ? 

I,  who  deserve  no  place  but  hell, 

No  portion  but  devouring  fire, 
Shall  I  with  Christ  my  Saviour  dwell, 

Possessed  of  all  I  now  desire  ? 

Will  Jesus  own  a  wretch  like  me  ? 

And  tell  to  saints  and  angels  roimd. 
That  when  he  suffered  on  the  tree. 

My  sins  augmented  every  wound  ? 

Will  he  from  life's  eternal  book 

To  earth  and  heaven  proclaim  my  name ; 
On  me,  as  on  his  chosen  look. 

And  make  my  lot  with  theirs  the  same? 


THE    Church    Militant.  343 

He  will !  I  read  it  in  his  word, 
And  in  my  heart  the  witness  feel : 

I  shall  be  with,  and  like  my  Lord, 

Though  sin  oppose  in  league  with  heU ! 

I  shall  be  with  him,  when  he  comes 
Triumphant  down  the  pathless  skies ; 

And  when  his  voice  breaks  up  the  tombs, 
Amono-  his  children  I  shall  rise : — 

Among  his  chosen  I  shall  stand. 

When  quick  and  dead  his  throne  surround, 
Blessed  with  a  place  at  his  right  hand, 

And  with  immortal  glory  crowned. 


Who  can  the  thoughts  conceive — 
The  feelings  of  his  breast. 

Who  shall  himself  perceive 
In  heaven — at  rest ! 

Wlien  there  the  spirit  wakes, — 
And  springing  from  the  dust, 

Its  new  position  takes 
Among  the  just ; — 

Methinks  all  other  joy 

Would  scarce  at  first  be  felt ! 
This  would  the  toague  employ. 

The  heart  would  melt. 


344  Hymns    of 

"My  trial  then  is  done, — 
Ended  the  weary  strife : 

I've  kept  the  faith,  I've  won 
Eternal  life. 

"  I've  drawn  my  last  sad  breath  ; 

Tears,  sighs,  are  all  forgot : 
I've  passed  the  gates  of  Death, — 

He  harmed  me  not. 

No  doubtings  now,  nor  sin. 
Can  dim  my  title  clear ! 

By  Christ  I've  entered  in — 
I'm  saved — ^I'm  here !" 


@ o n r   tamp  Burning. 

My  God !  I  know  full  well 
That  I  must  die  ! 

I  am  a  man — soon  rings  his  knell ; 
And  no  inheritance  I  find  below 

Which  doth  unchanged  he. 

Therefore  I  pray  thee  let  thy  mercy  show, 

How  I  can  happy  be,  when  death  is  nigh. 

My  Grod !  I  know  not  now 

When  I  shall  die ! 
All-knowing  1  none  can  know  but  thou. 
Therefore,  that  death  have  no  destroying  power, 

Wilt  thou  thy  grace  supply, — 
That  I  may  be,  in  every  day  and  hour, 
Ready  for  death  and  for  eternitv. 


THE   Church   Militant.         345 

My  God !  I  know  no  more 

How  I  shall  die, — 
Death  opens  many  a  different  door. 
One  soul  toils  forth  in  bitterness  of  woe  : 

Others  with  soft  wings  fly. 
But  how  thou  wilt  my  Lord,  I  leave  it  so, 
Only  at  last  may  I  be  blest  thereby. 

My  Grod !  now  know  I  not 
Where  I  shall  die, — 
What  sand  shall  cover  that  small  spot. 
Yet  if  thou  wilt  but  grant  that  thy  life-call 

Shall  wake  me  where  I  He, — 
So  will  I  take  the  room  where  I  shall  fall  ; 
For  anywhere  the  earth  is  thine,  Most  High  ! 

Now  Grod,  for  ever  blest ! 

When  I  shall  die 
So  take  my  spirit  to  thy  rest ! 
With  Jesus  now  have  I  become  thine  heir  ? 

True  faith  in  him  have  I  ? 
Then  is  it  one  to  me,  I  have  no  care, 

When,  where,  and  how,  death  comes — to  thee  I  fly 


^ccepteb   in   tl)e   Selooeb 

All  praise  to  the  Lamb !  accepted  I  am, 
Through  faith  in  the  Saviour's  adorable  name : 
In  him  I  confide,  his  blood  is  apphed  ; 
For  me  he  hath  suffered,  for  me  he  hath  died. 


346  Hymns    of 

Not  a  doubt  doth  arise,  to  darken  the  skies, 
Or  hide  for  a  moment  my  Lord  from  my  eyes : 
In  him  I  am  blest,  I  lean  on  his  breast. 
And  lo  !  in  his  wounds  I  continue  to  rest. 


QL\)c   prospect   ^o^ons 

And  let  this  feeble  body  faU, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die  : 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale. 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  liigh : 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints. 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, — 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 

I  now  the  cross  sustain. 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  I 
Before  my  ravished  eyes 

Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  Paradise  : 

1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright. 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ; 


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They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 
And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

0  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  to  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet  I 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain. 

Take  life  or  friends  away. 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 


ST  i  m  c  s  . 

Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise  ! 
All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand. 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

His  decree  who  formed  the  earth, 
Fixed  my  first  and  second  birth  : 
Parents,  native-place,  and  time. 
All  appointed  were  by  Him. 

He  that  formed  me  in  the  womb. 
He  shall  guide  me  to  the  tomb ; 
AU  my  times  shall  ever  be 
Ordered  by  his  wise  decree, 

Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health ; 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth  : 
Times  of  trial  and  of  grief; 
Times  of  triumph  and  relief 


348  Hymns    of 

Times  the  tempter's  power  to  prove  , 
Times  to  taste  a  Saviour's  love ; 
All  must  come,  and  last,  and  end, 
As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 

Plagues  and  deaths  around  me  fly ; 
Till  he  bids,  I  cannot  die  : 
Xot  a  single  shaft  can  hit 
Till  the  God  of  love  sees  fit 

0  thou  graciousj  wise,  and  just, 
In  thy  hands  my  life  I  trust ; 
Have  I  somewhat  dearer  still  ? 

1  resign  it  to  thy  will. 

May  I  always  own  thy  hand — 
Still  to  the  surrender  stand ; 
Know  that  thou  art  God  alone, 
I  and  mine  are  all  thy  own. 

Thee  at  all  times  I  will  bless ; 
Having  thee,  I  all  possess  : 
How  can  I  bereaved  be. 
Since  I  cannot  part  with  thee  ? 


Icsits    "^11    anb  in  ^U. 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose. 
Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine, 

My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 
Secure  I  am  while  thou  art  mine : 

And  lo !  from  sin,  an«l  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  thy  name. 


THE    Church   M  r  l  i  t  a  y  t  .         349 

Thy  mighty  name  salvation  is, 
And  keeps  my  happy  soul  above  : 

Comfort  it  brings,  and  power,  and  peace, 
And  joy,  and  everlasting  love : 

To  me,  with  thy  great  name,  are  given 
Pardon,'  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

Jesus,  my  all  in  all  thou  art ; 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pam  : 
The  med'cine  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  war,  my  peace  ;  in  loss,  my  gain ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown. 

In  want,  my  plentiful  supply ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power  ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty ; 

My  Hght,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour  • 
In  grief,  my  joy  unspeakable ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  aU. 


Jt   is    ®0ob   for    iUe. 

Saviour  !  though  my  rebellious  will 
Has  been  by  thy  blest  power  renewed, 

Yet  in  its  secret  workings  still 

How  much  remains  to  be  subdued. 

Oft  I  recall,  with  grief  and  sham.j. 

How  many  years  their  course  had  run, 

Ere  grace  my  murmuring  heart  o'ercame, 
Ere  I  could  say,  "  Thy  will  b<?  done." 
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350  Hymns    of 

I  wished  a  flowery  path  to  tread, 

And  thought  'twould  safely  lead  to  heaven; 

A  lonely  room,  a  suffering  bed, 

These  for  my  training  place  were  given. 

Long  I  resisted,  mourned,  complained, 
Wished  any  other  lot  my  own ; 

Thy  purpose,  Lord,  unchanged  remained, 
What  wisdom  planned,  love  carried  on. 

Year  after  year  I  turned  away, 

But  marred  was  every  scheme  I  planned ; 
Still  the  same  lesson,  day  by  day, 

Was  placed  before  me  by  thy  hand. 

At  length  thy  patient,  wondrous  love, 
Unchanging,  tender,  pitying,  strong, 

Availed  that  stubborn  heart  to  move, 
Which  had  rebelled,  alas  I  so  long. 

Then  was  I  taught  by  thee  to  say, 

"  Do  with  me  what  to  thee  seems  best ; 

Give,  take,  whate'er  thou  wilt  away, 
Health,  comfort,  usefulness,  or  rest ; 

"  Be  my  whole  life  in  suffering  spent ; 

But  let  me  be  in  suffering  thine, — 
Still,  0  my  Lord,  I  am  content. 

Thou  now  hast  made  thy  pleasure  mine." 


THE    Church    Militant.         351 


(Ebe    Q\)cp\)tx'b   of  Jsraei. 

My  shepherd's  name  is  Love — 

Jehovah,  Grod  above ; 

Where  tender  herbage  grows, 

And  peaceful  water  flows. 

He  gently  leads,  he  kindly  feeds. 

And  luUs  me  then  to  sweet  repose. 

If  e'er  I  heedless  stray, 

He  shows  my  feet  the  way  ; 

Yea,  though  through  dreary  glades 

I  walk  in  dismal  shades, 

No  harm  I  fear,  for  thou  art  near ; 

Thy  faithful  staff  my  progress  aids. 

When  raging  foes  surround, 

My  comforts  stiU  abound ; 

I  breathe  a  fragrant  air, 

And  feed  on  sweetest  fare : 

Thus  in  thy  fold,  when  worn  and  old, 

I  dwell  secure  beneath  thy  care. 


Saviour,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood, 

And  my  weary,  troubled  spirit, 

Now  finds  rest  with  thee,  my  Grod: 


352  Hymns   of 

I  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 
While  m  thy  dear  arms  I  lie ; 

Sin  and  hell  no  more  molest  me, 
While  I  feel  my  Saviour  nigh. 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

Sing  his  praises  through  the  sky ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

Glory  to  the  Father  give ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Sing  his  praises  all  that  Uve ! 

Now  I'U  sing  my  Saviour's  merit. 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 
That  if  any  want  liis  Spirit, 

He  is  still  the  very  same. 
He  that  asketh  still  receiveth, 

He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find; 
Whosoe'er  on  him  beUeveth, 

He  will  never  cast  behind. 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glorious  Christ  of  heavenly  birth ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Sing  his  praises  through  the  earth. 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

Glory  to  the  Spirit  be  ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

To  the  Sacred  One  in  Three. 


THE    Church    Militant.         353 

Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading, 

With  his  Father  and  our  Grod ; 
And  for  us  is  interceding, 

As  the  purchase  of  his  blood ; 
Now  methinks.  I  hear  him  praying, 

Father !  save  them — I  have  died ; 
And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 

They  are  freely  justified. 

Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God ; 
Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy. 

Who  hath  washed  us  in  his  blood. 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  holy. 

Holy  is  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  holy, 

Fatiier,  Son,  and  Holy  Grhost 


How  should  I  praise  thee,  Lord!    how  should  my 
rymes 

Gladly  engrave  thy  love  on  steel. 
If  what  my  soul  doth  feel  sometimes. 

My  soul  might  ever  feel. 

Although  there  were  some  fourtie  heavens,  or  more, 

Sometimes  I  peere  above  them  all ; 
Sometimes  I  hardly  reach  a  score, 

Sometimes  to  hell  I  fall. 

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354  Hymns    of 

0  rack  me  not  to  such  a  vast  extent ; 

Those  distances  belong  to  thee  : 
The  world's  too  little  for  thy  tent, 

A  grave  too  big  for  me. 

Wilt  thou   meet  arms  with   man,    that  thou   dost 
stretch 

A  crumme  of  dust  from  heaven  to  hell  ? 
Will  great  Grod  measure  such  a  wretch  ? 

Shall  he  thy  stature  spell  ? 

0  let  me,  when  thy  roof  my  soul  hath  hid, 

0  let  me  roost  and  nestle  there, 
Then  of  a  sinner  thou  art  rid, 

And  I  of  hope  and  fear. 

Yet  take  thy  way ;  for  sure  thy  way  is  best : 
Stretch  or  contract  me,  thy  poofe  debtor ; 

This  is  but  tuning  of  my  breast. 
To  make  the  musick  better. 

Whether  I  flie  with  angels,  fall  with  dust. 
Thy  hands  made  both,  and  I  am  there, 

Thy  power  and  love,  my  love  and  trust, 
Make  one  place  every  where. 


3   am.   tl)2   SertJ  ant. 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light^ 
And  warble  to  the  silent  nigfht. 


THE    Church   Militant.         355 

When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises  raised  on  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break. 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

Eut  0,  when  the  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 

Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains 
Which  echo  o'er  the  heavenly  plains ; 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 
The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne. 

The  cheerful  tribute  wiU  I  give, 
Long  as  a  deathless  soul  can  hve ; 
A  work  so  sweet,  a  theme  so  high, 
Demands  and  crowns  eternity. 


2lnoti)er    i3a^, 

Now  0  my  soul !  the  circling  sun 
Has  all  his  beams  withdrawn : 

Once  more  his  daily  race  is  run, 
And  gloomy  night  comes  on. 


356  Hymns    of 

Thus  one  day  more  of  life  is  gone, 

A  doubtful  few  remain  : 
Come  then,  review  what  thou  hast  done 

Eternal  hfe  to  gain. 

Dost  thou  get  forward  in  thy  race, 

As  time  still  posts  away  ? 
And  die  to  sin,  and  grow  in  grace, 

With  every  passing  day  ? 

This  day,  what  conquest  hast  thou  gained  ? 

What  sin  is  overcome  ? 
What  fresh  degree  of  grace  obtained, 

To  bring  thee  nearer  home  ? 

Thus  let  us  still  our  course  review, 

Our  real  state  to  learn ; 
And  with  redoubled  zeal,  pursue 

Our  great  and  chief  concern. 


(Ktjening    §\)mn. 

Interval  of  grateful  shade, 
Welcome  to  my  weary  head  I 
Welcome  slumbers  to  mine  eyes, 
Tired  with  glaring  vanities  ! 
My  great  Master  still  allows 
Needful  periods  of  repose : 
By  my  Heavenly  Father  blest. 
Thus  I  give  my  powers  to  rest ; 
Heavenly  Father  !  gracious  name  I 
Night  and  day  his  love  the  same; 


THE   Church   Militant. 

Far  be  each  suspicious  thought, 
Every  anxious  care  forgot : 
Thou,  my  ever  bounteous  Grod, 
Crownest  my  days  with  various  good : 
Thy  kind  eye  that  cannot  sleep. 
These  defenceless  hours  shall  keep  ; 
Blest  vicissitude  to  me! 
Day  and  night  I'm  still  with  thee. 

What  though  downy  slumbers  flee, 
Strangers  to  my  couch  and  me  ? 
Sleepless  well  I  know  to  rest, 
Lodged  within  my  Father's  breast 
While  the  empress  of  the  night 
Scatters  mild  her  silver  light ; 
While  the  vivid  planets  stray 
Various  through  their  mystic  way  ; 
While  the  stars  unnumbered  roll 
Round  the  ever-constant  pole  ; 
Far  above  these  spangled  skies, 
All  my  soul  to  God  shall  rise ; 
'Midst  the  silence  of  the  nighi: 
Minghng  with  those  angels  bright, 
Whose  harmonious  voices  raise 
Ceaseless  love  and  ceaseless  praise : 
Through  the  throng  his  gentle  ear 
Shall  my  tuneless  accents  hear  : 
From  on  high  doth  he  impart 
Secret  comfort  to  my  heart. 
He  in  these  serenest  hours 
G-uides  my  intellectual  powers, 


357 


358  Hymns    of 

And  his  Spirit  doth  diJSuse, 
Sweeter  far  than  midnight  dews  ; 
Lifting  all  my  thoughts  above, 
On  the  wings  of  faith  and  love. 
"Blest  alternative  to  me, 
Thus  to  sleep,  or  wake,  with  thee  ! 

What  if  death  my  sleep  invade  ? 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
Whilst  encircled  by  thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike  but  cannot  harm. 
What  if  beams  of  opening  day 
Shine  around  my  breathless  clay  ? 
Brighter  visions  from  on  hisrh 
Shall  regale  my  mental  eye, 
Tender  friends  awhile  may  mourn 
Me  from  their  embraces  torn ; 
Dearer,  better  friends  I  have 
In  the  realms  beyond  the  grave. 
See  the  guardian  angels  nigh 
Wait  to  waft  my  soul  on  high ! 
See  the  golden  gates  displayed ! 
See  the  crown  to  grace  my  head ! 
See  a  flood  of  sacred  light. 
Which  no  more  shall  yield  to  night. 
Transitory  world,  farewell ! 
Jesus  calls,  with  him  to  dwell. 
With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labour  rest. 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me, 
Still  secure,  for  still  with  thee. 


THE   Church    Militant.        359 


perfect   iTreebom. 

If  thou  impart  thyself  to  me, 

No  other  good  I  need : 
If  thou,  the  Son,  shalt  make  me  free, 

I  shall  be  free  indeed. 

I  cannot  rest  till  in  thy  blood 

I  full  redemption  have ; 
But  thou,  through  whom  I  come  to  Grod, 

Canst  to  the  utmost  save. 

From  sin, — the  guilt,  the  power,  the  pain, 

Thou  wilt  redeem  my  soul : 
Lord,  1  beheve — and  not  in  vain ; 

My  faith  shaE  make  me  whole, 

I,  too,  with  thee,  shall  walk  in  white ; 

With  all  thy  saints  shall  prove 
The  length  and  depth,  and  breadth  and  height, 

Of  everlasting  love. 


®  I)  e    Damn. 


These  years  of  hfe — what  do  they  seem  ?- 

A  little  dream 
Wpain  and  pleasure,  blent  together, — 
A  time  oPshar ply  changing  weather; 


360  Hymns    of 

Where  brilliant  sunbeams  gleam  and  die 
On  heavy  storm  clouds  sailing  by,— 

Where  falling  tears 
Are  bright  with  hope  and  cold  with  fears. 

The  years,  the  clouds,  have  had  then*  course,- 

Their  mingled  force 
Has  bowed  my  heart  and  bent  my  head. 
Sunshine  and  storm  alike  are  fled. 
And  in  their  place  a  heavy  gray 
Dulls  all  the  tinting  of  the  day. 

Shall  growing  light 
Follow  the  gray  ? — or  deepening  night? 

What  shall  the  future  progress  be, 

Of  life  with  me  ? 
God  knows, — I  roll  on  him  my  care, — 
Night  is  not  night  if  he  be  there. 
When  daylight  is  no  longer  mine, 
And  stars  forbidden  are,  to  shine, 

I'll  turn  my  eyes 
To  where  eternal  day  shall  rise. 

That  coming  light  no  mortal  c'tOud 

Can  quite  enshroud ! 
Through  all  our  doubts, — above  the  range 
Of  every  fear,  and  every  change, — 
My  faith  can  see  with  weary  eye, 
The  dawn  of  heaven  on  earth's  dim  sky  ; 

And  from  afar, 
Shines  on  my  soul  the  morning  star. 


THE    Church    Militant.         361 


fox   ^  e  a  t)  en. 

Ye  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Immanuel's  face. 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known, 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise  : 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are. 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they. 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet. 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display : 

0  tell  of  his  love  as  is  meet ! 

He  saved  you  from  hell  and  the  grave — 
He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair ; 

For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save ; 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

Oh  when  will  the  period  appear, 
When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song : 

I'm  weary  of  lingering  here ; 
And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong ; 

I'm  fettered  and  chained  up  in  clay ; 

1  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away. 

My  Grod  and  my  Saviour  to  see ! 

I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name  ; 
.11 


362  Hymns    of 

I  want — 0  I  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 

Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 
To  wonder  and  worship  with  you ! 


Entii   mcatl). 

Be  faithful  to  the  end, — 
Let  not  danger  nor  distress 
Make  thy  heart  love  Jesus  less. 

Until  death  trust  thou  that  Friend  I 
Ah !  the  suffering  of  this  earth 
All  the  glory  is  not  worth. 
Which  thy  Lord  will  give  to  thee 
When  up  yonder  thou  shalt  be. 

Be  faithful  in  thy  grief, — 
Let  not  storms  from  Christ  divide, 
Let  not  weeping,  Jesus  hide  ! 

Murmur  not,  to  get  relief, — 
For  impatience  makes  thy  care 
Heavier  much  for  thee  to  bear. 
Happy  he,  whose  child-like  will 
Lets  G-od  lead  him  up  the  hilL 

Be  faithful  in  thy  faith ! 
Let  not  any  robber  bold 
Take  it  from  thy  heart's  stronghold ; 

Keep  thy  covenant  till  death. 


THE    Church    Militant.        363 

Then  in  the  o'erflowing  wave 
God  is  with  thee,  strong  to  save. 
Ah,  thou  goest  there  forlorn, 
When  thou  art  to  him  forsworn  1 

Be  faithful  in  thy  love. 
See  the  love  God  has  for  thee  ! 
Love  thy  neighbour — even  when  he 

Lays  more  care  thy  cares  above : 
Think  how  Jesus  prayed  for  those 
By  whose  hands  his  cross  arose  ! 
Even  as  God  doth  thee  forgive, 
So  let  mercy  in  thee  Kve. 

And  in  thy  hope  stand  true ! 
Trust  thou  firmly  in  God's  word  I 
Is  thy  cry  in  trouble  heard, 

Comes  he  not  to  help  thee  through  ? 
Hope  thou  in  him  firmly  yet ! 
For  the  Lord  doth  not  forget. 
Even  now  is  help  proclaimed  ; 
Hope  can  never  make  ashamed. 

Then  forward !  steadfast  be 
In  faith,  love,  hope,  for  ever! 
Lord,  I  hear,  and  I  wiU  never 

Leave  my  God,  who  leaves  not  me. 
He  is  my  soul's  rejoicing  stiU, 
Griefs  no  more  my  joy  can  kiU. 
Reach  forth  thy  hand,  0  God,  my  Friend  I 
Make  me  faithful  to  the  end  1 


364  Hymns   of 


X^eati)    anh    £ife. 

Through  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 

Amidst  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 

Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

Our  labours  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat. 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 

The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 

To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

These  ashes  too,  this  Httle  dust. 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 

The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays. 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 

With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


THE   Church  Militant.         366 


(£>nx   ^bibing    Cits. 

"  We've  no  abiding  city  here," — 
This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind  ; 

But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

"  We've  no  abiding  city  here," — 
Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home ; 

But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

"  We've  no  abiding  city  here," — 
Then  let  us  hve  as  pilgrims  do  ; 

Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear, 
But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

"  We've  no  abiding  city  here," 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight : 
Zion  its  name,  the  Lord  is  there, 

It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

Zion ! — Jehovah  is  her  strength ! 

Secure  she  smiles  at  all  her  foes, 
And  weary  travellers  at  length 

Within  her  sacred  walls  repose. 

0  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 

Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are  blest,- 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 
I'd  fly  to  thee  and  be  at  rest. 
31* 


368  Hymns    of 

Now  the  sailing  orders  in  mercy,  Lord,  bestow  — 
Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  ! 

"Lord,  the  night  is  closing  round  my  feeble  bark  ; 
How  shall  I  encounter  its  watches  long  and  dark  ? 
Sorely  worn  and  shattered  by  many  a  billow  past. 
Can  I  stand  another  rude  and  stormy  blast  ? 
Ah !  the  promised  haven  I  never  may  attain, 
Sinking  and  forgotten  amid  the  lonely  main  ; 
Enemies  around  me,  gloomy  depths  below. 
Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  ! 

"  Lord,  I  would  be  near  thee,  with  thee  where  thou 

art — 
Thine  OAvn  word  hath  said  it,  'tis  '  better  to  depart ;' 
There  to  serve  thee  better,  there  to  love  thee  more, 
With  thy  ransomed  people  to  worship  and  adore. 
Ever  to  thy  presence  thou  dost  call  thine  own — 
Why  am  I  remaining,  helpless  and  alone  ? 
Oh  1  to  see  thy  glory,  thy  wondrous  love  to  know  ! 
Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  I 

"  Lord,    the   lights    are   gleaming  from   the   distant 

shore, 
Where  no  billows  threaten,  where  no  tempests  roar ; 
Lonof  beloved  voices  calling  me  I  hear — 
Oh  !  how     3weet  their  summons  falls  upon  my  ear  ! 
Here  are  foes  and  strangers,  faithless  hearts  and  cold, 
There  is  fond  affection,  fondly  proved  of  old  ! 
Let  me  haste  to  join  them :  may  it  not  be  so  ? 
Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  !" 


THE   Church   Militant.         3G9 

Hark,  the  solemn  answer !  hark  the  promise  sure  ' 

•'Blessed  are  the  servants  who  to  the  end  endure  ! 

Yet  a  little  longer  hope  and  tarry  on — 

Yet  a  little  longer,  weak  and  weary  one  ! 

More  to  perfect  patience,  to  grow  in  faith  and  love, 

More  my  streng-th  and  wisdom,  and  feithfulness  to 

prove  : 
Then  the  sailing  orders  the  Captain  shall  bestow — 
Loose  the  cable,  let  thee  go !" 


®l)e    tDQing  (El)risti an. 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ending. 

All  thy  mourning  days  below ; 
Gro, — the  angel  guards  attending. 

To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go. 
Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above ; 
Shews  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 

Reaches  out  his  arms  of  love. 

Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion^ 

To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast ; 
To  his  uttermost  salvation. 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 
For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain ; 
Die,  to  hve  a  life  of  glory  ; 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 


368  Hymns    of 

Now  the  sailing  orders  in  mercy,  Lord,  bestow  — 
Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  ! 

"  Lord,  the  night  is  closing  round  my  feeble  bark  ; 
How  shall  I  encounter  its  watches  long  and  dark  ? 
Sorely  worn  and  shattered  by  many  a  billow  past. 
Can  I  stand  another  rude  and  stormy  blast  ? 
Ah !  the  promised  haven  I  never  may  attain, 
Sinking  and  forgotten  amid  the  lonely  main  ; 
Enemies  around  me,  gloomy  depths  below. 
Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  ! 

"  Lord,  I  would  be  near  thee,  with  thee  where  thou 

art — 
Thine  own  word  hath  said  it,  'tis  '  better  to  depart ;' 
There  to  serve  thee  better,  there  to  love  thee  more, 
With  thy  ransomed  people  to  worship  and  adore. 
Ever  to  thy  presence  thou  dost  call  thine  own — 
Why  am  I  remaining,  helpless  and  alone  ? 
Oh !  to  see  thy  glory,  thy  wondrous  love  to  know  ! 
Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  ! 

"  Lord,    the   lights    are   gleaming  from   the   distant 

shore. 
Where  no  billows  threaten,  where  no  tempests  roar ; 
Long  beloved  voices  calling  me  I  hear — 
Oh  !  how     3weet  their  summons  falls  upon  my  ear  ! 
Here  are  foes  and  strangers,  faithless  hearte  and  cold, 
There  is  fond  aOfection,  fondly  proved  of  old  ! 
Let  me  haste  to  join  them  :  may  it  not  be  so  ? 
Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  I" 


THE   Church   Militant.         309 

Hark,  the  solemn  answer !  hark  the  promise  sure  I 

•'  Blessed  are  the  servants  who  to  the  end  endure  ! 

Yet  a  little  longer  hope  and  tarry  on — 

Yet  a  Httle  longer,  weak  and  weary  one  ! 

More  to  perfect  patience,  to  grow  in  faith  and  love, 

More  ray  strength  and  wisdom,  and  faithfulness  to 

prove  : 
Then  the  sailing  orders  the  Captain  shall  bestow — 
Loose  the  cable,  let  thee  go !" 


^\\t    tDBing  dliristian. 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ending. 

All  thy  mourning  days  below ; 
Gro, — the  angel  guards  attending, 

To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go. 
Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above ; 
Shews  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 

Reaches  out  his  arms  of  love. 

Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 

To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast ; 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 
For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  hve  a  life  of  glory  ; 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reigru 


370  Hymns   of 


©ur   3  n[)cxitanc  c. 

How  weak  the  thoughts  and  vain, 

Of  self-deluded  men ; 

Men,  who  fixed  to  earth  alone, 

Think  their  houses  shall  endure, 
Fondly  call  their  lands  their  own, 

To  their  distant  heirs  secure. 

How  happy,  then,  are  we. 
Who  build,  0  Lord,  on  thee ! 
What  can  our  foundation  shock  ? 

Tho'  the  scattered  earth  remove. 
Stands  our  city  on  a  rock, 

On  the  rock  of  heavenly  love. 

A  house  we  call  our  own, 
Which  cannot  be  o'erthrown  ; 
In  the  general  ruin  sure, 

Storms  and  earthquakes  it  defies  ; 
Built  immovably  secure ; 

Built  eternal  in  the  skies. 

High  on  Iramanuel's  land 
We  see  the  fabric  stand ; 
From  a  tottering  world  remove 

To  our  steadfast  mansion  there : 
Our  inheritance  above 

Cannot  pass  from  heir  to  heir. 


THE   Church    Militant.         Sll 


3  a  c  ob'  5    bom. 

0  God  of  Jacob,  by  whose  hand 

Thine  Israel  still  is  fed, 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 

Hast  all  our  fathers  led. 

To  thee  our  humble  vows  we  raise, 
To  thee  address  our  prayer, 

And  in  thy  kind  and  faithful  breast 
Deposit  all  our  care. 

If  thou,  through  each  perplexing  path, 
Wilt  be  our  constant  guide  ; 

If  thou  wilt  daily  bread  supply, 
And  raiment  wilt  provide  ; 

If  thou  wilt  spread  thy  shield  around, 
Till  these  our  wanderings  cease. 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace : 

To  thee,  as  to  our  covenant  God, 
We'll  our  whole  selves  resign  ; 

And  count,  that  not  our  tenth  alone, 
But  all  we  have  is  thine. 


372  Hymns   of 

Uest   for    toearg    Soulo 

Does  the  gospel  word  proclaim 

Eest  for  those  that  weary  be  ? 
Then  my  soul  put  in  thy  claim, 

Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee ; 
Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

AH  polluted  is  my  best ; 
Yet  I  weary  am  I  know, 

And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within. 

Hourly  crosses  from  without : 
All  my  little  strength  is  gone. 

Sink  I  must  without  supply  ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  is  none 

Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 

In  the  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place, 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 

Rest  in  Christ  the  ark  of  grace. 
Tempest-tossed  I  long  have  been, 

And  the  flood  increases  fast. 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 

Till  the  storm  be  overpast. 

Safely  lodged  within  thy  breast, 

What  a  wondrous  chano-e  I  find  ! 
Now  I  know  thy  promised  rest 
i  Can  compose  a  troubled  mind. 


THE   Church   Militant.         373 

You  that  weary  are  like  me, 

Hearken  to  the  gospel  call ; 
To  the  ark  for  refuge  flee, 

Jesus  will  receive  you  all ! 


So    ttll)0m    Ql)all   toe    qo. 

Come,  humble  sinner,  iu  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 

Come  with  your  gailt  and  fear  oppressed 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

"  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 

Whatever  may  oppose. 

"  Prostrate  I'll  he  before  his  throne. 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone. 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

"  I'll  to  the  gracious  king  approach 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 

Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppUant  lives. 

"  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 

But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray — 
And  perish  only  there 
32 


374  Hymns   of 

"  I  can  but  perish,  if  I  go, — 
I  am  resolved  to  try ; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 


QTl)  c    iXloman   of  Qlanaan, 

Prater  an  answer  will  obtain. 
Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay ; 

None  shall  seek  his  face  in  vain, 
None  be  empty  sent  away. 

When  the  woman  came  from  Tyre, 
And  for  help  to  Jesus  sought ; 

Though  he  granted  her  desire. 
Yet  at  first  he  answered  not 

Could  she  guess  at  his  intent, 
When  he  to  his  followers  said, 

"  I  to  Israel's  sheep  am  sent ; 

Dogs  must  not  have  children's  bread." 

She  was  not  of  Israel's  seed. 
But  of  Canaan's  wretched  race ; 

Thought  herself  a  dog  indeed  ; 
Was  not  this  a  hopeless  case  ? 

Yet  althougi  from  Canaan  sprung, 
Though  a  dog  herself  she  styled. 

She  had  Israel's  faith  and  tongue, 
And  was  owned  for  Abra'm's  child. 


THE    Church    Militant.         37o 

From  his  word  she  draws  a  plea : 
"  Though  unwortliy  children's  bread, 

'Tis  enough  for  one  like  me, 
If  with  crumbs  I  may  be  fed." 

Jesus  then  his  heart  revealed  : 

"  Woman,  canst  thou  thus  beheve  ? 

I  to  thy  petition  yield, 

All  that  thou  canst  wish,  receive." 

*Tis  a  pattern  set  for  us. 

How  we  ought  to  wait  and  pray ; 
None  who  plead  and  wrestle  thus, 

Will  be  empty  sent  away. 


Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 

Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down — 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

When  shall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb  ? 

The  God  of  my  salvation  see  ? 
Weary,  0  Lord,  thou  know'st  I  am. 

Yet  still  I  cannot  come  to  thee. 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art — 

Grive  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart 


376  Hymns    of 

Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 

Tni  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  Grod ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove — 
The  cross,  all  stained  with  hjillowed  blood, 

The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

I  would — but  thou  must  give  the  power ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 

And  fiU  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Let  not  my  Jesus  long  delay ; 

Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear ; 
My  Grod,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 


^li   @:i)ings   are   Ecabg, 

Let  the  beasts  their  breath  resign, 
Strangers  to  the  life  divine  ; 
Who  their  God  can  never  know, 
Let  their  spirit  downward  go. 
You  for  higher  ends  were  born : 
You  may  all  to  Grod  return  : 
Dwell  with  him  above  the  sky : 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ? 


THE   Church   Militant.         377 

What  could  your  Redeemer  do 
More  than  he  hath  done  for  you  ? 
To  procure  your  peace  with  God, 
Could  he  more  than  shed  his  blood  ? 
After  all  his  flow  of  love, 
All  his  drawinsfs  from  above, 
Why  will  ye  your  Lord  deny  ? 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ? 


®l)e    Prager   of  tlic    QTljurcl) 

Jesus  !  thy  church  with  longing  eyes 
For  thine  expected  coming  waits ; 

When  wiU  the  promised  hght  arise, 
And  glory  beam  on  Zion's  gates. 

E'en  now,  when  tempests  round  us  fall, 
And  wintry  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 

Thy  words  with  pleasure  we  recall, 
And  deem  that  our  redemption's  nigh. 

Oh !  come  and  reign  o'er  every  land ; 

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurled, 
All  nations  bow  to  thy  command. 

And  grac  3  revive  a  dying  world. 

Teach  us  in  watchfulness  and  prayer 
To  wait  for  thine  appointed  hour  ; 

And  fit  us,  by  thy  grace,  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  thy  conquering  hour. 
32* 


378  HiMNS    OF 


®l)e  (^larg  of  tl)c  Catter  Ba^. 

Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 

In  latter  days  shall  rise 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 

And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow  , 

"  Up  to  the  hill  of  Qod,"  they  say, 
"And to  his  house,  we'll  go." 

The  beam  that  shines  from  Ziou's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  : 
The  king  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 

Shall  all  the  world  command. 

Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 
His  judgments  truth  shall  guide 

His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just. 
And  quell  the  sinner's  pride. 

No  strife  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  feuds 

Disturb  those  peaceful  years ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords 

To  pruning  hooks  their  spears. 

No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall. 

And  study  wr  no  more. 


THE    Church    Militant.         379 

Come  then,  0  house  of  Jacob,  come, 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And  walking  in  the  hght  of  God, 

With  holy  beauties  shine. 


Flung  to  the  heedless  winds, 

Or  on  the  waters  cast. 
The  martyrs'  ashes,  watched, 

Shall  gathered  be  at  last ; 
And  from  that  scattered  dust, 

Around  us  and  abroad. 
Shall  spring  a  plenteous  seed 

Of  witnesses  for  God. 

The  Father  hath  received 

Their  latest  living  breath ; 
And  vain  is  Satan's  boast 

Of  victory  in  their  death ; 
Still,  still,  though  dead,  they  speak, 

And  trumpet-tongued,  proclaim 
To  many  a  wakening  land, 

The  one  availing  Name. 


®l)eB  sljall  be  iHine,  saitl)  tl)e  £or5. 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit. 

Cemented,    mixed  in  one ; 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  besfun. 


380  '  Hymns    OF 

Our  hearts  have  burned  while  Jesus  spake, 
And  glowed  with  sacred  fire ; 

He  stopped  and  talked,  and  fed,  and  blessed, 
And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 
"  A  Saviour  !"  let  creation  sing, 
''  A  Saviour  !"  let  all  heaven  ring ; 
He's  Grod  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours  ; 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er. 
We're  joining  those  who  've  gone  before  ; 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  blissful  shore, 
We  soon  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

We're  soldiers  fighting  for  our  Grod, 

Let  trembling  cowards  fly  ; 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm  and  fixed 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die. 
Let  devils  rage  and  men  assail, 

We'll  cut  our  passage  through ; 
Let  foes  unite  and  friends  desert, 

We'll  seize  the  crown  in  view. 

The  little  cloud  increases  still. 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  j 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  aU  its  moisture  drain ; 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows. 

But  pour  the  mighty  flood ; 
0  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown ; 


THE    Church   Militant.         381 

When  all  thy  sparkhng  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own ; 
May  we,  a  Uttle  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 


ait)e  ^eatJ^nls  Jerusalem. 

Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 

"  0  my  people,  faint  and  few. 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken. 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you ; 
Thorns  of  heart-felt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways : 
You  shall  name  your  walls.  Salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise, 

'•  There  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures  vsdthout  end  shall  flow ; 
For  the  Lord  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  his  bounty  shall  bestow ; 
Still  in  undisturbed  possession 

Peace  and  righteousness  shah  reign ; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression. 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

''  Ye  no  more  your  suns  descending, 
Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see  ; 

But,  your  griefs  forever  ending. 
Find  eternal  noon  in  me ; 


382  Hymns    of 

Grod  shall  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you 
Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 

He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 
G^od,  your  everlasting  hght. 


(Excellencies   of  (Eljrist. 

How  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth  ? 

How  shall  I  his  beauties  declare  ? 
0  how  shall  I  speak  of  his  worth, 

Or  what  his  chief  dignities  are  ? 
His  angels  can  never  express, 

Nor  saints  who  sit  nearest  his  throne, 
How  rich  are  his  treasures  of  grace : — 

No,  this  is  a  myst'ry  unknown. 

In  liim  all  the  fulness  of  G-od 

For  ever  transcendently  shines ; 
Though  once  like  a  mortal  he  stood, 

To  finish  his  gracious  designs : 
Though  once  ho  was  nailed  to  the  cross, 

Vile  rebels  Uke  me  to  set  free ; 
His  glory  sustained  no  loss. 

Eternal  his  kingdom  shall  be. 

His  wisdom,  his  love,  and  his  power, 
Seemed  then  with  each  other  to  vie; 

When  sinners  ho  stooped  to  restore, 
Poor  sinners  condemned  to  di6  1 


THE   Church   Militant.         383 

He  laid  all  his  grandeur  aside, 

And  dwelt  in  a  cottage  of  clay : 
Poor  sinners  he  loved,  till  ho  died 

To  wash  their  pollution  away. 

0  sinner,  believe  and  adore 

The  Saviour  so  rich  to  redeem ; 
No  creature  can  ever  explore 

The  treasures  of  goodness  in  him  : 
Come,  all  ye  who  see  yourselves  lost. 

And  feel  yourselves  burdened  with  sin, 
Draw  near  while  with  terror  you're  tossed, 

Believe — and  your  peace  shall  begin. 

Now  sinner,  attend  to  his  call, 

"  Whoso  hath  an  ear  let  him  hear !" 
He  promises  mercy  to  aU 

Who  feel  their  sad  wants,  far  and  near : 
He  riches  has  ever  in  store, 

And  treasures  that  never  can  waste  : 
Here's  pardon,  here's  grace,  yea,  and  more — 

Here's  glory  eternal  at  last. 


Bz^onh   Jforban 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  : 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 


384  Hymns    of 

There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers : 

Death,  hke  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 
Stand  dressed  in  Hving  green ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger  sliivering  on  the  brink. 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

Oh !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  1 

Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  frisrht  us  from  the  shore. 


Corb,  open  l)is  (Encs  tljat  ^e  mag  See. 

0  WATCHMAN,  wiU  the  night  of  sin 

Be  never  past  ? 
0  watchman,  doth  the  day  begin 
To  dawn  upon  thy  straining  sight  at  last? 

Will  it  dispel 
Ere  loas:  the  mists  of  sense  wherein  I  dwell  ? 


THE    Church    Militant.         385 

Now  all  the  earth  is  bright  and  glad 

With  the  fresh  morn ; 
But  all  my  heart  is  cold  and  dark  and  sad ; 
Sun  of  the  soul,  let  me  behold  thy  dawn  ! 

Come  Jesus,  Lord ! 
Oh  quickly  come,  according  to  thy  word  ! 

Do  we  not  live  in  those  blest  days 

So  long  foretold, 
When  thou  shouldst  come  to  bring  us  light  and 
grace  ?  , 

And  yet  I  sit  in  darkness  as  of  old. 

Pining  to  see 
Thy  glory ;  but  thou  still  art  far  from  me. 

Long  since  thou  cam'st  to  be  the  light 

Of  all  men  here ; 
And  yet  in  me  is  nought  but  blackest  night. 
Wilt  thou  not  then  to  me,  thine  own,  appear  ? 

Shine  forth  and  bless 
My  soul  with  vision  of  thy  righteousness  ? 

If  thus  in  darkness  ever  left, 

Can  I  fulfil 
The  works  of  Hght,  while  of  all  light  bereft  ? 
How  shall  I  learn  in  love  and  meekness  still 

To  follow  thee, 
And  all  the  sinful  works  of  darkness  flee  ? 

The  light  of  reason  cannot  give 

Life  to  my  soul; 
Jesus  alone  can  make  me  truly  live. 
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386  Hymns    of 

One  glance  of  his  can  make  my  spirit  whole. 

Arise,  and  shine 
On  this  poor  longing,  waiting  heart  of  mine  I 

Single  and  clear,  not  weak  or  blind, 

The  eye  must  be, 
To  which  thy  glory  shall  an  entrance  find ; 
For  if  thy  chosen  ones  would  gaze  on  thee, 

No  earthly  screen 
Between  their  souls  and  thee  must  intervene. 

Jesus,  do  thou  mine  eyes  unseal. 

And  let  them  grow 
Quick  to  discern  whate'er  thou  dost  reveal, 
So  shall  I  be  deUvered  from  that  woe, 

Bhndly  to  stray 
Through  hopeless  night,  while  all  around  is  day. 


Mnirertake   for    HXc. 

As  those  that  watch  for  the  day 

Through  the  restless  night  of  pain, 
When  the  first  faint  streaks  of  grey 

Bring  rest  and  ease  ngain, — 
As  they  turn  their  sleepless  eyes 

The  eastern  sky  to  see, 
Long  hours  before  sunrise  — 

So  waiteth  my  soul  for  thee  I 

As  those  that  watch  for  the  day 

Through  the  long,  long  night  of  grie^ 

When  the  soul  can  only  pray 
That  the  day  may  bring  relief, — 


THE    Church    Militant.         387 

When  the  eyes  with  weeping  spent, 

No  dawn  of  hope  can  see, 
But  the  heart  keeps  watch  intent, — 

So  waiteth  my  soul  for  thee  ! 

As  those  that  watch  for  the  day 

Through  that  deepest  night  of  all, 
When  trembling  and  sin  have  away. 

And  the  shades  of  thy  absence  fall : 
As  they  search  through  clouds  of  fear 

The  Morninof  Star  to  see, 
And  the  Light  of  Life  appear — 

So  waiteth  my  soul  for  thee  1 

As  those  that  watch  for  the  day 

And  know  that  the  day  will  rise  I — 
Though  the  weary  hours  delay, 

As  they  pass  under  midnight  skies, — 
Though  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 

Only  faith's  clear  eye  can  see. 
Because  thou  hast  promised  to  bless, 

Lord  Jesus,  I  wait  for  thee ! 


iH  e  r  c  2- 

0  Lord,  turn  not  thy  face  away 
From  him  that  Ues  prostrate ; 

Lamenting  sore  his  sinful  life, 
Before  the  M^^rcy-gate ; 


388  Hymns   of 

Which  thou  dost  open  wide  for  those 
That  do  lament  their  sin : 

0  shut  it  not  against  me,  Lord, 
But  let  me  enter  in. 

Call  me  not  to  a  strict  account, 
How  I  have  liv<^d  here ; 

For  then  I  know,  right  well,  0  Lord, 
Most  vile  I  shall  appear. 

1  need  not  to  confess  my  hfe, 
For  surely  thou  canst  tell 

What  I  have  been ;  and  what  I  am 
Thou  knowest  very  well. 

So  come  I  to  the  throne  of  grace, 
Where  mercy  doth  abound. 

Desiring  mercy  for  my  sins, 
To  heal  my  deadly  wound, 

Mercy,  0  Lord  I  mercy  I  ask : 

This  is  the  total  sum ; 
For  mercy.  Lord,  is  all  my  prayer : 

Oh  let  thy  mercy  come ! 


Ecpentance. 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  G-od, 
And  now  made  willing  to  return, 

I  hear,  and  bow  beneath  the  rod  ; 
To  him  with  penitence  I  mourn  : 

I  have  an  advocate  above, — 

A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 


THE    Church    Militant.         389 

0  Jasus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, — 
More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin, — 

Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face  ; 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in ! 

And  freely  my  backshdings  heal, 

And  love  the  faithless  sinner  still. 

Thou  know'st  the  way  to  bring  me  back, — 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 
0 !  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more : 
The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  liouse  of  prayer. 

Ah,  give  me.  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 
That  trembles  at  the  approach  of  sin ; 

A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart  ; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within. 

That  I  may  dread  thy  gracious  power, 

And  never  dare  to  offend  thee  more. 


B  axtimzuB. 

*';Mercy,  0  thou  son  of  DavidI" 
Thus  bhnd  Bartimeus  prayed ; 

"  Others  by  thy  grace  are  sav^d, 

Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 
Many  for  his  crying  chid  him. 

But  he  called  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 

'•'  Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 


390  Hymns    of 

Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  Uve : 
But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted. 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give  ; 
"  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  ;" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness 

Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

0  !  methinks  I  hear  I  him  praising, 

Publisliing  to  all  around, 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing ! 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found. 
Oh !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me  ; 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see," 


J  n    il)c    ill  o  r  n  i  It  g . 

There  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies  ; 
— We'll  all  rise  toi;-ether  in  the  morninsr — 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
But  fear  again  'tis  no*"  for  me. 
—We'll  all  rise  together  in  the  morning. 
In  the  morning,  children,  in  the  morning, 
We'll  all  rise  together  in  the  morning. 

The  way  is  difficult  and  strait, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate ; 


THE   Church   Militant.         391 

Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes : 
The  tempter  cries  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

The  way  of  danger  I  am  in, 
Beset  with  devils,  men,  and  sin, 
But  in  this  way  thy  track  I  see, 
The  track  of  him  who  died  for  me. 

I  trace  the  footsteps  of  my  G-od, 
Who  on  the  cross  sustained  my  load : 
^Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  day, 
In  streaming  blood  he  passed  this  way. 

Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still ; 
Through  dangers  thick,  and  hell's  alarms. 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 

Then  0  my  soul,  arise  and  sing ; 
Behold  thy  Saviour,  Friend  and  King ! 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries,  ''  Press  on,  and  here's  the  crown. 

"  Prove  faithful  then  a  few  more  days. 
Fight  the  good  fight,  and  win  the  race. 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain." 

In  the  morning,  children,  in  the  morning ; 

We'll  all  rise  together  in  the  morning. 


392  Hymns    of 


^Eiction   Stneeteneb. 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 

'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  our  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love : 
Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 

Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 
In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 

Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 

My  debt  of  sufiering  paid. 

Sweet  in  his  righteousness  to  stand, 
Which  saves  from  second  death ; 

Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day, 
His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 

Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 
Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 

Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 


THE    Church    Militant.        393 

Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees ; 
Sweet  to  he  passive  in  his  hands, 

And  know  no  will  but  his. 

Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope 
That  when  my  change  shall  come, 

Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  niy  spirit  home. 

Then  shall  my  dis-imprisoned  soul 

Behold  him  and  adore ; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 

And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

Shall  see  him  wear  that  very  flesh 

On  which  my  guilt  was  lain ; 
His  love  intense,  his  merit  fresh. 

As  though  but  newly  slain. 

Soon  too  my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 
The  trumpet's  quickening  sound ; 

And  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

These  eyes  shall  see  him  in  that  day. 

The  Grod  that  died  for  me ; 
And  all  my  rising  bones  shall  say, 

Lord,  who  is  like  to  thee. 

If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 

Weak  as  it  is  below ; 
What  raptures  must  the  Ciiurch  above, 

In  Jesus'  presence  know  ! 


394  H Y M y s    OF 

If  such  the  sweetness  of  tLe  stream, 
What  must  the  fountain  be ; 

Where  saints  and  ano^els  drav^  their  blisa 
ImQiediately  from  thee ! 

0  may  the  unction  of  these  truths^ 

For  ever  with  me  stay  ; 
Till  from  her  sinful  cage  dismissed^ 

My  spirit  flies  away. 


Qri)2    toill    be    Done. 

Through  all  the  various  shifting  scenes 
Of  life' s  mistaken  good  or  ill ; 

Thy  hand,  O  God,  conducts  unseen 
Our  changes  by  thy  sovereign  wilL 

Thou  givest  with  paternal  care, 
Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 

To  each  their  necessary  share 
Of  joy  and  sorrow,  care  and  pain. 

Trust  we  to  youth,  or  friend^  or  power. 
Fix  we  on  this  terrestrial  ball  ? 

When  most  secure,  the  coming  hour 
K  thou  see  fit,  may  blast  them  all. 

When  lowest  sunk  with  grief  and  shame, 
Filled  with  affliction's  bitter  cup, 

Lost  to  relfvtions,  friends,  and  fame. 
Thy  powerfol  band  can  raise  us  up. 


THE    Church    Militant.         395 

Thy  gracious  consolations  cheer, 

Thy  smiles  suppress  the  deep-fetched  sigh, 
Thy  hand  can  dry  the  trickling  tear 

That  secret  wets  the  afflicted  eye. 

AU  things  on  earth,  and  aU  ii  i  heaven, 

On  thy  eternal  will  depend ; 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 

And  all  shall  in  thy  glory  end. 

This  be  my  case ;  to  all  beside 

Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be ; 
Passion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 

And  fixed,  0  God,  my  soul  on  thee. 


iHorning,  anb  QEoening,  anb  at  l^oon. 

When  morn  awakes  om*  hearts 

To  form  the  early  prayer  ; 
When  toil-worn  day  departs. 

And  gives  a  pause  to  care ; 
When  those  our  soul  loves  best 

Kneel  with  us  in  thy  fear, 
To  ask  thy  peace  and  rest — 

Our  God,  our  Father,  hear  I 

When  worldly  snares  without 

And  evil  thoughts  w  .thin. 
Of  grace  would  raise  a  doubt, 

Or  lure  us  back  to  sin : 


396  Hymns    of 

When  human  strength  proves  frail, 
And  will  but  half  sincere, 

When  faith  begins  to  fail — 
Our  God,  our  Father,  hear  I 

When  in  our  cup  of  mirth 

The  drop  of  trembling  falls, 
And  the  frail  props  of  earth 

Are  crumbling  round  our  walls ; 
When  back  we  gaze  with'  grief, 

And  forward  glance  with  fear ; 
When  faileth  man's  relief. 

Our  God,  our  Father,  hear ! 

And  when  death's  awful  hand 

Unbars  the  gates  of  time, 
Eternity's  dim  land 

Disclosing,  dread,  sublime ; 
When  flesh  and  spirit  quake 

Before  thee  to  appear — 
0  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

Our  God,  our  Father,  hear! 


Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtained  the  prize ; 

And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 


THE   Church   Militaxt.         397 

Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  singf. 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 

In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 

One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church  above,  beneath. 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream. 

The  narrow  stream,  of  death. 

One  army  of  the  living  Grod, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  his  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 

And  part  are  crossing  now. 

Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die. 

His  mihtant  embodied  host. 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

Our  old  companions  in  distress 

We  haste  again  to  see, 
And  eager  long  for  our  release, 

And  full  felicity. 

E'en  now,  by  faith,  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  that  went  before  ; 
And  greet  the  blood-besprinkled  bands 

On  the  eternal  shore. 
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308  Hymns    of 

Our  spirits  too  shall  quickly  join, 
Like  theirs  with  glory  crowned, 

And  shout  to  see  our  Captain's  sign. 
To  hear  his  trumpet  sound. 

Lord  Jesus,  be  our  constant  guide  : 
And  when  the  word  is  given, 

Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 


iForsaking   all   to  folio  to   €l]rist. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
iSTaked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be , 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own ! 

Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me : 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 


THE    Church    Militant.        399 

Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure. 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain, 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure. 

With  thy  favour  loss  is  gain. 
I  liave  called  thee,  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  wiU  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
O  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
0  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation ; 

Rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station, 

Something:  stiU  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Tliink  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee, — 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory. 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  with  prayer, 

Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

G-od's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  therft. 


400  H  r  M  X  s    OF 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fl'uition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


Contentment. 

Fierce  passions  discompose  the  mind, 

As  tempests  vex  the  sea ; 
But  calm  content  and  peace  we  find, 

When,  Lord,  we  turn  to  thee. 

In  vain  by  reason  and  by  i-ule 

We  try  to  bend  the  will : 
For  none  but  in  the  Saviour's  school 

Can  learn  the  heavenly  skill. 

Since  at  his  feet  my  soul  has  sat, 

His  gracious  words  to  hear; 
Contented  with  my  present  state, 

I  cast  on  liim  my  care. 

"  Art  thou  a  sinner,  soul  ?"  he  said, — 
"  Then  how  canst  thou  complain  ? 

How  light  thy  troubles  here,  if  weighed 
With  everlasting  pain ! 

"  If  thou  of  murmuring  wouldst  be  cured, 
Compare  thy  griefs  with  mine  ; 

Think  what  my  love  for  thee  endured, 
And  thou  wUt  not  repine. 


THE   Church   Militant.         401 

"  'Tis  I  appoint  thy  daily  lot, 

And  I  do  all  things  well ; 
Thou  soon  shalt  leave  this  wretched  spot, 

And  rise  with  me  to  dwell. 

"  In  life  my  grace  shall  strength  supply, 

Proportioned  to  thy  day ; 
At  death,  thou  still  shalt  find  me  nigh, 

To  wipe  thy  tears  away." 

Thus  I,  who  once  my  wretched  days 

In  vain  repining  spent, 
Taught  in  my  Saviour's  school  of  grace, 

Have  learned  to  be  content. 


Jacob's   £ab5jer. 

If  the  Lord  our  leader  be, 

We  may  follow  without  fear ; 
East  or  west,  by  land  or  sea. 

Home,  Avith  him,  is  everywhere  : 
When  from  Esau  Jacob  fled. 

Though  iiis  pillow  was  a  stone. 
And  the  ground  his  humble  bed. 

Yet. he  was  not  left  alone. 

Kin^s  are  often  waking  kept. 

Racked  with  cares  on  beds  of  state ; 

Never  king  Uke  Jacob  slept, 
For  he  lay  at  heaven's  gate  : 
34* 


402  Hymns   op 

Lo !  he  saw  a  ladder  reared, 

Eeaching  to  the  heavenly  throne, 

At  the  top  the  Lord  appeared, 

Spake,  and  claimed  him  for  his  own, 

"  Fear  not,  Jacob,  thou  art  mine. 

And  my  presence  with  thee  goes  ; 
On  thy  heart  my  love  shall  shine, 

And  my  arm  subdue  thy  foes : 
From  my  promise  comfort  take. 

For  my  help  in  trouble  caU  ; 
Never  wiU  I  thee  forsake, 

Till  I  have  accomphshed  aU." 

Well  does  Jacob's  ladder  suit 

To  the  gospel  throne  of  grace ; 
We  are  at  the  ladder's  foot, 

Every  hour,  in  every  place  : 
By  assuming  flesh  and  blood, 

Jesus  heaven  and  earth  unites ; 
We  by  faith  ascend  to  Q-od, 

Grod  to  dwell  with  us  dehghts. 

They  who  know  the  Saviour's  name, 

Are  for  all  events  prepared  ; 
What  can  changes  do  to  them, 

Who  have  such  a  guide  and  guard  ? 
Should  they  traverse  earth  around, 

To  the  ladder  still  they  come : 
Every  spot  is  holy  ground, 

God  is  there — and  he's  their  home. 


THE   Church   Militant.         403 


ari)e   0500^  t\)at  I   iXlonlb. 

Fain  would  my  thoughts  fly  up  to  thee, 
Thy  peace,  sweet  Lord,  to  find  ; 

But  when  I  offer,  still  the  world 
Lays  clogs  upon  my  mind. 

Sometimes  I  climb  a  little  way. 
And  thence  look  down  below ; 

How  nothing  then  do  all  thmgs  seem, 
That  here  make  such  a  show ! 

Then  round  about  I  turn  my  eyes, 

To  feast  my  hungry  sight ; 
I  meet  with  heaven  in  everything, — 

In  everything  dehght. 

I  see  thy  wisdom  ruling  all, 

And  it  with  joy  admire ; 
I  see  myself  among  such  hopes 

As  set  my  heart  on  fire. 

When  I  have  thus  triumphed  awhile. 

And  think  to  build  my  nest. 
Some  cross  conceit  comes  fluttering  by, 

And  interrupts  my  rest. 

Then  to  the  earth  again  I  fall. 

And  from  my  low  dust  cry, 
'•  'Twas  not  in  my  wing.  Lord,  but  thine, 

That  I  got  up  so  high." 


404  Hymns   of 

And  now  my  God,  whether  I  rise, 
Or  still  lie  down  in  dust, 

Both  I  submit  to  thy  blest  will. 
In  both  on  thee  I  trust. 

Guide  thou  my  way,  who  art  thyself 

My  everlasting  end, 
That  every  step,  or  swift  or  slow, 

Still  to  thyself  may  tend. 


Yea,  my  spirit  fain  would  sink 
In  thy  heart  and  hands,  my  God, 

Waiting  till  thou  shew  the  end 
Of  the  ways  that  thou  hast  trod ; 

Stripped  of  self,  how  calm  her  rest 

On  her  loving  Father's  breast ! 

And  my  soul  repineth  not. 
Well  content  whate'er  befall ; 

Murmurs,  wishes,  of  self-will, 

They  are  slain  and  vanquished  all, 

Restless  thoughts,  that  fret  and  crave, 

Slumber  in  her  Saviour's  grave. 

And  my  soul  is  free  from  care, 

For  her  thoughts  from  all  things  cease 

That  can  pierce  Uke  sharpest  thorns, 
Wounding  sore  the  inner  peace, — 

He  who  made  her  careth  well, 

She  but  seeks  in  peace  to  dwell. 


THE   Church   Militant.         405 

And  my  soul  despaireth  not, 

Loving  Grod  amid  her  woe ; 
Grief  that  wrings  and  breaks  the  heart 

Only  they  who  hate  him  know : 
They  who  love  him  still  possess 
Comfort  in  their  worst  distress. 

And  my  soul  complaineth  not, 

For  she  knows  not  pain  or  fear, 
Chnging  to  her  God  in  faith. 

Trusting  though  he  slay  her  here. 
'Tis  when  flesh  and  blood  repine, 
Sun  of  joy,  thou  canst  not  shine. 

Thus  my  soul  before  her  God 

Lieth  still,  nor  speaketh  more. 
Conqueror  thus  o'er  pain  and  wrong, 

That  once  smote  her  to  the  core ; 
Like  a  silent  ocean,  bright 
With  her  God's  great  praise  and  light. 


£ot)ing    Einlrness. 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays. 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me^ 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  free 

He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  great ' 


400  Hymns    of 

Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 
His  loving-ldndness,  0  how  strong  1 

When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  good ! 

Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
His  lovinir-kindness  in  the  skies. 


Qri)e*  i^ountain   of  £ife. 

Hail,  everlasting  spring ! 

Celestial  fountain,  hail  I 
Thy  streams  salvation  bring, 

The  waters  never  fail ; 


THE   Church   Militant.         407 

Still  they  endure, 

And  still  they  flow, 

For  all  our  woe 
A  sovereign  cure. 

Blest  be  his  wounded  side. 

And  blest  his  bleeding  heart, 
Who  all  in  anguish  died 
Such  favours  to  impart 
His  sacred  blood 
Shall  make  us  clean 
From  every  sin, 
And  fit  for  God 

To  that  dear  source  of  love 

Our  souls  this  day  would  come : 
And  thither  from  above. 
Lord,  call  the  nations  home ; 
That  Jew  and  Greek 
With  rapturous  songs 
On  all  their  tongues 
Thy  praise  may  speak. 


From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 

Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 


408  Hymns    of 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  froda  error's  chain. 

What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  G-od  are  strewn ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  Ughted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation!  0  Salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story. 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
riU  like  a  sea  of  glory 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature. 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


THE    Church    Militant.         409 


Jprager   for    €l}ilbren. 

G-RACious  Lord,  our  children  see, 
By  thy  mercy  we  are  free  ; 
But  shall  these,  alas  !  remain 
Subjects  still  of  Satan's  reign  ? 
Israel's  young  ones,  when  of  old 
Pharaoh  threatened  to  withhold, 
Then  thy  messenger  said  "  No ; 
Let  the  children  also  go  1" 

When  the  angel  of  the  Lord, 
Drawing  forth  his  dreadful  sword, 
Slew  with  an  avenging  hand, 
All  the  first-born  of  the  land ; 
Then  thy  people's  doors  he  passed, 
Where  the  bloody  sign  was  placed : 
Hear  us,  now,  upon  our  knees. 
Plead  the  blood  of  Christ  for  these  ! 

Lord,  we  tremble,  for  we  know 
How  the  fierce  malicious  foe, 
Wheehng  round  his  watcliful  flignt, 
Keeps  them  ever  in  his  sight : 
Spread  thy  pinions,  King  of  kings  I 
Hide  them  safe  beneath  thy  wings ; 
Lest  the  ravenous  bird  of  prey 
Stoop,  and  bear  the  brood  away. 
35 


410  Hymns    op 


(!l0nquering,    anb   to    (lonquer 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies ! 

Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  1 
Come  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree : 

The  Lord  of  Glory  dies  for  men ! 
But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see : 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 
The  rising  Grod  forsakes  the  tomb, 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise ;) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home. 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

Break  ofif  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell. 

And  led  the  monster  Death  in  chains ! 
Say  "  Live  forever,  wondrous  King! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  1" 
Then  ask  the  monster — "  Where's  thy  sting? 

And  where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ?" 


THE    Church   Militant.         411 


Cooking    ODff. 

0  EYES  that  are  weary, 

And  hearts  that  are  sore  I 
Look  off  unto  Jesus, 

And  sorrow  no  more  ! 
The  light  of  his  countenance 

Shineth  so  bright, 
That  on  earth,  as  in  heaven, 

There  need  be  no  night. 

"  Looking  off  unto  Jesus," 

My  eyes  cannot  see 
The  troubles  and  dangers 

That  throng  about  me  : 
They  cannot  be  blinded 

With  sorrowful  tears, 
They  cannot  be  shadowed 

With  unbelief-fears. 

Looking  off  unto  Jesus, 

My  spirit  is  blest, — 
In  the  world  I  have  turmoil — 

In  him  I  have  rest. 
The  sea  of  my  life 

All  about  me  may  roar, — 
When  I  look  unto  Jesus, 

I  hear  it  no  more. 

Looking  off  unto  Jesus, 

I  go  not  astray ; 
My  eyes  are  on  him. 

And  he  shews  me  the  way. 


412  Hymns    of 

The  path  may  seem  dark 
As  he  leads  me  along, 

But  following  Jesus 
I  cannot  go  "wrong. 

Looking  off  unto  Jesus, 

My  heart  cannot  fear, — 
Its  trembling  is  still, 

When  I  see  Jesus  near : 
I  know  that  his  power 

My  safeguard  will  be. 
For,  ''  Why  are  ye  troubled  ?" 

He  saith  unto  me. 

Looking  off  unto  Jesus 

Oh  may  I  be  found, 
When  the  waters  of  Jordan 

Encompass  me  round  : 
Let  them  bear  me  away 

In  his  presence  to  be ! 
'Tis  but  seeing  him  nearer 

Whom  always  I  see. 

Then,  then  I  shall  know 

The  full  beauty  and  grace 
Of  Jesus  my  Lord, 

When  I  stand  face  to  face : 
I  shall  know  how  his  love 

Went  before  me  each  day, 
And  wonder  that  ever 

My  eyes  turned  away. 


THE   Church   Militant.         413 


When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee  ? 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, — 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love. 

A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near  : 

0  dark !  dark  !  dark !  I  still  must  say. 
Amidst  the  blaze  of  gospel  day. 

Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find. 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind ; 
Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given, 
Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  heaven. 

When  fi:om  the  arm  of  flesh  set  free, 
Jesus,  my  soul  shall  fly  to  thee ; 
Jesus,  when  I  have  lost  my  aU, 

1  shall  upon  thy  bosom  fall. 


iitl)erto  Ijatl)  tl)e  £orb  J^clpcD  ns 

CoifE,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet. 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount—  I'm  fixed  upon  it; 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love  ! 
35* 


414  Htmns    op 

Here  I  raise  my  Eben-ezer ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  Grod : 
He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

0,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  le-ave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here's  my  heart.  Oh  take  and  seal  it 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


tDl)o   si)  all    0e|jarate  us? 

Rejoice,  ye  saints,  in  every  state, 
Divine  decrees  remain  unmoved  : 

No  turns  of  providence  abate 

God's  care  for  those  he  once  hath  loved. 

Firmer  than  heaven  his  cov'nant  stands. 

Though  earth  should  shake  and  skies  depart, 

You're  safe  in  your  Redeemer's  hands, 
Who  bears  your  names  upon  his  heart. 


THE    Church    Militant.         415 

Our  Surety  knows  for  whom  he  stood, 

And  gave  himself  a  sacrifice  : 
The  souls  once  sprinkled  with  liis  blood, 

Possess  a  life  that  never  dies. 

Though  darkness  spread  around  our  tent, 
Though  fear  prevail,  and  joy  decline, 

God  will  not  of  his  oath  repent ; 

Dear  Lord,  thy  people  still  are  thine. 


tDI)r)    take   jie    ^[)on%\]t, 

0  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will. 

And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

"Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command. 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 

Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 
What  most  I  prize,  to  thee  ; 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld. 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through 
Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 

What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 


416  Hymns   of 

Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way ; 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 

And  crushed  before  the  moth ! 

But  ah !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 

Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 


How  many  and  great  are  the  foes  which  infest 
The  way  through  this  world  to  the  Canaan  of  rest  I 
The  traveller  ever  his  Lord  would  obey, 
Yet  oft  is  discouraged  because  of  the  way. 

Though  Satan,  the  world,  and  corruption  combine, 
And  try  to  prevent  the  poor  Pilgrim's  design ; 
They  cannot  destroy,  though  they  often  betray. 
And  make  him  discouraged  because  of  the  way. 

When  good  he  would  do,  imperfections  abound, 
His  graces  are  weak,  and  temptations  surround  j 
For  many  turn  back,  and  would  lead  him  astray 
Which  makes  him  discouraged  because  of  the  way. 

Yet  why  should  the  Christian,  of  Canaan  despair, 
Perplexed  or  alarmed  with  discouraging  fear  ? 
Let  him  but  his  map  and  his  leader  obey. 
Nor  more  be  discouraged  becaues  of  the  way. 


THE    Church    Militant.        417 

In  Christ  inexhaustible  treasures  are  stored. 

Aud  Jesus  will  suitable  blessings  afford ; 

Then  why  should  the  pilgrim  be  filled  with  dismay  ? 

Or  why  be  discouraged  because  of  the  way  ? 

Unquenchable  love  and  omnipotent  power, 
Will  land  him  ere  long  on  the  heavenly  shore  ; 
There  pleasure  eternal  will  amply  repay, 
For  all  the  discouragements  found  in  the  way. 


(HonntiriQ   tl)  e   Cast. 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  liis  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  Cod  ? 

Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage.  Lord : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 


418  Hymns    OF 

Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 

They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skie3— 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


tl  c  1  i  g  i  0  n. 

Religion  bids  ail  sin  depart, 

And  folly  flies  her  chastening  rod ; 

She  makes  the  humble,  contrite  heart, 
A  temple  of  the  living  Grod. 

Beyond  the  narrow  vale  of  time, 
Where  bright  celestial  ages  roll. 

To  scenes  eternal,  scenes  sublime, 

She  points  tlie  way,  and  leads  the  souL 

At  her  approach,  the  grave  appears 
The  gate  of  paradise  restored  ; 

Her  voice  the  watching  cherub  hears, 
And  drops  his  double  flaming  sword. 

Baptized  with  her  renewing  fire, 
We  shall  the  crown  of  glory  gain ; 

Rise  when  the  hosts  of  heaven  expire. 
And  reiorn  with  God,  for  ever  reign. 


THE    Church   Militant.         419 


ittj?    ^imcs    are   in    (El)u   Qanh 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  for  me, 
And  the  changes  that  are  sure  to  come, 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  ; 
But  I  ask  thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

I  ask  thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 
Through  constant  watching,  wise. 

To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smUes, 
And  to  wipe  the  weeping  eyes; 

And  a  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 
To  soothe  and  sympathise. 

I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know ; 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 

To  keep  and  cultivate  ; 
And  a  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  the  Lord  on  whom  I  wait 

So  I  ask  thee  for  the  daily  strength, 
To  none  that  ask  denied. 


420  Hymns    op 

And  a  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  thy  side ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  thou  be  glorified. 

And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask, 

In  my  cup  of  blessing  be, 
I  would  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  gratefiil  love  to  thee — 
More  careful — not  to  serve  thee  much, 

But  to  please  thee  perfectly . 

There  are  briars  besetting  every  path. 

That  call  for  patient  care  ; 
There  is  a  cross  in  every  lot, 

And  an  earnest  need  for  prayer ; 
But  a  lowly  heart  that  leans  on  thee, 

Is  happy  anywhere. 

In  a  service  which  thy  wUl  appoints, 

There  are  no  bonds  for  me ; 
For  my  inmost  heart  is  taught  "  the  truth," 

That  makes  thy  children  "  free  ;" 
And  a  life  of  self-renouncing  love 

Is  a  life  of  Hberty. 


':^ll    (]Il)iug0    in  €lirist. 

Thou  very  present  aid 

In  suffering  and  distress ; 
The  mind  which  still  on  thee  is  stayed, 

Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 


THE    Church    Militant.        421 

The  soul  by  faith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
'Mid  raging  storms  exults  to  find 

An  everlasting  rest. 

Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 

Whene'er  thy  face  appears ; 
It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan, 

And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

It  hallows  every  cross; 

It  sweetly  comforts  me ; 
Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss, 

And  find  my  all  in  thee. 

Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Doth  all  my  wishes  fill ; 
What  though  created  streams  are  dry  ? 

I  have  the  fountain  still. 

Stripped  of  each  earthly  friend, 

I  find  them  all  in  one  : 
And  peace  and  joy  which  never  end, 

And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun. 


®t)e    U3aters  PreuaiUb   ©reatlg 

Once  the  dove,  by  Noah  sent, 
Wandering  from  east  to  west. 
Finding  not  a  spot  of  rest, 

Back  unto  the  ark  she  went, 
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422  Hymns    of 

Thus,  my  Lord  I  a  weary  soul 

Which  hath  sought  for  rest  in  vain, 
Now  returns  to  thee  again, — 

Yields  her  to  thy  sweet  control. 

Lord,  the  world  is  cold  and  dark, 
And  I  miss  the  way  to  thee : 
0  extend  thy  liand  to  me, 

Take  me  back  within  the  ark. 

From  the  storm  my  shelter  be, 

On  the  storm-cloud  write  thy  sign : — > 
When  the  world  doth  brightest  shine, 

Keep  my  eyes  still  fixed  on  thee. 


SDeligl)!   in    (3oh. 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 

The  glories  that  compose  thy  name, 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest 

Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 

And  I  am  thine,  by  sacred  ties — 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

With  heart  and  eyes  and  hfted  hands 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 

As  travellers,  in  thirsty  lands. 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 


THE    Church    Militant.         423 

With  early  feet  I  love  to  appear 

Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

My  life  itself,  without  thy  love. 

No  taste  of  pleasure  could  aflford ; 
'Twould  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 

If  I  were  banished  from  the  Lord. 

I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice. 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 


bDcizomc   Cross. 

'Tis  my  happiness  below 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross. 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 

Sanctifying  every  loss  : 
Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 

This  is  happiness  to  me. 

Grod  in  Israel  sows  the  seeds 

Of  affliction,  pain,  and  toil ; 
These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds 

Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil ; 


424  II  r M  N  s    OF 

Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 

Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 

No  chastisements  by  the  way, 
Might  I  not  with  reason  fear 

I  should  prove  a  castaway  ? 
Bastards  may  escape  the  rod, 

Sunk  in  earthly,  vain  delight : 
But  the  true-born  child  of  God 

Must  not,  would  not  if  he  might. 


©lie    (Knb    of  t[)e    DaQ. 

Come  forth  !  come  on,  with  solemn  song  I 
The  road  is  short,  the  rest  is  long  ! 
The  Lord  brought  here,  he  calls  away  : 

Make  no  delay, 
This  home  was  for  a  passing  day. 

Here  in  an  inn  a  stranger  dwelt. 
Here  joy  and  grief  by  turns  he  felt ; 
Poor  dweUing,  now  we  close  thy  door  I 

The  task  is  o'er, 
The  sojourner  returns  no  more  1 

Now  of  a  lasting  home  possest, 

He  goes  to  seek  a  deeper  rest. 

Good  night !  the  day  was  sultry  here, 

In  toil  and  fear, 
Good  night !  the  night  is  cool  and  clear. 


THE    Church   Militant.         425 

Chime  on,  ye  bells  1  again  begin, 
And  ring  the  Sabbath  morning  in ; 
The  laborer's  week-day  work  is  done, 

The  rest  begun, 
Which  Christ  hath  for  his  people  won ! 

Jesus,  thou  reignest,  Lord  alone, 
Thou  wilt  return  and  claim  tliine  own. 
Come  quickly,  Lord  !  return  again ! 

Amen !  Amen ! 
Thine  seal  us  ever,  now  and  then ! 


0  MOTHER  dear,  Jerusalem, 
Wlien  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 

When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

0  happy  harbour  of  God's  saints ! 

0  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrows  can  be  found, 

No  grief,  no  care,  no  toQ. 

In  thee  no  sickness  is  at  all, 

Nor  hurt  nor  any  sore  ; 
There  is  no  death  nor  ugly  sight, 

But  life  for  evermore. 

No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 
No  cloud  nor  darksome  night : 

But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun. 
For  Grod  himself  grives  h^ht. 


426  Hymns    op 

Jerusalem !  Jerusalem ! 

Would  God  I  were  in  thee ! 
0  that  my  sorrows  had  an  end, 

Thy  joys  that  I  might  see. 

Thy  turrets  and  thy  pinnacles 

With  carbuncles  do  shine, 
With  jasper,  pearl,  and  chrysolite, 

Surpassing  pure  and  fine. 

Thy  houses  are  of  ivory. 
Thy  windows  crystal  clear, 

Thy  streets  are  laid  with  beaten  gold, 
There  angels  do  appear. 

Thy  walls  are  made  of  pi'ecious  stone, 
Thy  bulwarks  diamond  square, 

Thy  gates  are  made  of  orient  pearl, — 
0  God,  if  I  were  there  ! 

Thy  gardens  and  tliy  pleasant  walks 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views,  by  human  sight 

Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

If  Heaven  be  thus  so  glorious,  Lord, 
Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 

What  folly's  this,  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence ! 

Reach  down,  0  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  never  end. 


THE    Church    Militant.        427 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  Griory's  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  see ; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below, 

Will  soon  come  after  me. 

My  friends.  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  Grod's  care : 
And  if  I  never  more  see  you. 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  Grod's  praise, 

Than  when  we  first  beofun. 


^bor)c    ail.    t\)c    Sljielb. 

Faith  fails ; 
Then  in  the  dust 
Lie  failing  rest  and  light  ana  trust. 
So  doth  the  troubled  soul  itself  distress, 
And  choke  the  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 
I  care  not  what  your  peace  assails  J 
The  deep  root  is :  faith  fails. 

Faith  fails, 
When  in  the  breast 
The  Lord's  sweet  presence  doth  not  rest; 
For  who  believes,  clouds  cannot  make  afraid ; 
He  knows  the  sun  doth  shine  behind  the  shade: 
He  rides  at  anchor  through  the  galea. 
Do  you  not  so  ?  faith  Mia. 


428  Hymns    of 

Faith  fails ; 
Its  foes  alarm, 
And  persecution's  threats  disarm ; 
False  friends  can  scarcely  wish  it  a  good  day, 
Before  it  taketh  fright,  and  shrinks  away. 
When  God  doth  guard,  what  foe  prevails  ? 
Why  then  the  fear  ?  Faith  fails. 

Faith  fails  ; 
Else  cares  would  die — 
And  we  should  on  God's  care  rely. 
Man  for  the  coming  day  doth  grieve  and  fret, 
And  all  past  days  doth  sinfully  forget. 
For  every  beast  God's  care  avails, 
Why  not  for  us  ?  Faith  fails. 

Faith  fails  ; 
Then  cometh  fear. 
If  sickness  comes,  if  death  is  near. 
0  man,  why  is  it  when  the  times  are  bad, 
And  the  days  evil,  that  thy  face  is  sad  ? 
How  is  it  that  thy  courage  quails  ? 
It  must  be  this :  faith  fails. 

My  God ! 
Let  my  faith  be 
Living  and  working  actively, 
With  hope  and  joy,  that  death  may  not  surprise. 
So  let  them  sweetly  close  my  eyes ; 

The  Clu'istian's  life  to  death  may  yield, — 
Hope  stands — faith  has  the  field. 


THE    Church    Militant.         429 
®l)en   ti)Ott    Htietuest    mg    ^atl). 

My  God !  lo  here  before  thy  face 

I  cast  me  in  the  dust ; 
Where  is  the  hope  of  happier  days, 

Where  is  my  wonted  trust  ? 
Where  are  the  sunny  hours  I  had 

Ere  of  thy  light  bereft  ? 
Vanished  is  all  that  made  me  glad, 

My  pain  alone  is  left. 

I  shrink  with  fear  and  sore  alarm 

When  threatening  ills  I  see. 
As  in  mine  hour  of  need  thine  arm 

"No  more  could  shelter  me  ; 
As  though  thou  couldst  not  see  the  grief 

That  makes  my  courage  quail, 
As  though  thou  wouldst  not  send  reUef, 

When  human  helpers  fail 

Cannot  thy  might  avert  e'en  now 

What  seems  my  certain  doom, 
And  still  with  light  and  succour  bow 

To  him  who  weeps  in  gloom  ? 
Art  thou  not  evermore  the  same  ? 

Hast  not  thyself  revealed 
In  Holy  Writ,  that  we  may  claim 

Thee  for  our  strength  and  shield  ? 

O  Father,  compass  me  about 

With  love,  for  I  am  weak ; 
Forgive,  forgive  my  sinful  doubt 

Thy  pitying  glance  I  seek  ; 


430  Hymns    op 

For  torn  and  anguished  is  my  heart, 

Thou  seest  it,  my  God, 
Oh  soothe  my  conscience'  bitter  smart, 

Lift  off  my  sorrows'  load. 

I  know  thy  thoughts  are  peace  toward  me, 

Safe  am  I  in  thy  hands, 
Could  I  but  firmly  build  on  thee, 

For  sure  thy  counsel  stands ! 
Whate'er  thy  word  hath  promised,  all 

Wilt  thou  full  surely  give  ; 
Wherefore  from  thee  I  will  not  faU, 

Thy  word  doth  make  me  hve. 

Though  mountains  cramble  into  dust, 

Thy  covenant  standeth  fast ; 
Who  follows  thee  in  pious  trust, 

ShaU  reach  the  goal  at  last 
Though  strange  and  winding  seem  the  way, 

While  yet  on  earth  I  dwell, 
In  heaven  my  heart  shall  gladly  say. 

Thou,  God,  dost  all  things  well. 

Take  courage  then,  my  soul,  nor  steep 

Thy  days  and  nights  in  tears, 
Soon  shalt  thou  cease  to  mourn  and  weep, 

Though  dark  are  now  thy  fears. 
He  comes  he  comes,  the  Strong  to  save. 

He  cones,  nor  tarries  more, 
His  light  IS  brenking  o'er  the  wave, 

The  clouds  and  storms  are  o'er. 


THE    Church    Militant.        431 


©nccnragement. 

Rejoice,  believer  in  the  Lord, 
Who  makes  your  cause  his  own; 

The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

Though  many  foes  beset  your  road, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm, 
Your  life  is  liid  with  Christ  in  Grod, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or,  fainting,  shall  not  die ! 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  every  saint, 

Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 

Though  now  unseen  by  outward  sense, 
Faith  sees  him  always  near, 

A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defence ; 
Then  what  have  you  to  fear  ? 

As  surely  as  he  overcame. 
And  triumphed  once  for  you ; 

So  surely  you  that  love  his  name 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 


432  Hymns    of 


(Easter   ID  ag. 

Christ,  the  Lord,  in  death-bonds  lay, 

Made  a  prisoner  for  our  sin, 
Thence  uprising  the  third  day, 
Endless  Hfe  for  us  did  win. 
Therefore  will  we  joyful  bring 
Endless  praises  to  our  King ; 
Ever  hallelujah !  sing. 

When  no  one  could  Death  subdue, 

When  among  the  sons  of  earth 
All  were  powerless  to  do, 

All  were  guilty  from  their  birth  : 
Then  did  Death  lift  up  his  head, 
Walked  the  earth  with  mighty  tread, 
•  And  all  men  in  bondage  led. 

But  the  Lord,  the  Son  of  God, 
Now  has  come  to  our  relief, 
He  hath  borne  away  the  load 
Of  our  sin  and  fear  and  grief. 

Death  no  more  can  hold  us  bound — 
Death  is  but  an  empty  sound, — 
Nothing  of  his  sting  is  found. 

0  how  wonderful  to  see 

Death  and  Life  in  conflict  meet  I 
Life  hath  won  the  victory. 

Trodden  Death  beneath  his  feet. 
Even  as  the  Scripture  shews. 
He  hath  conquered  all  our  foes : 
Death  was  slain,  but  Jesus  lose  I 


THE   Church   Militant.         483 

See  the  very  Paschal  Lamb, 

Who  God's  anger  turned  aside, — 
He  for  love  hath  borne  the  shame. 
He  upon  the  cross  hath  died. 
Let  his  blood  be  sprinkled  o'er 
All  the  sideposts  of  the  door  ; 
Death  can  strike  at  us  no  more. 

So  we  keep  the  feast  to-day 

With  heart-joy  and  full  delight, 
Here  his  beams  of  mercy  play, 
Christ  hath  risen  upon  our  night. 
He  his  grace  doth  sweetly  send, 
While  our  hearts  before  him  bend, 
The  long  sin-night  is  at  an  end. 

Now  as  Israelites  we  eat 

Paschal  bread  with  love  and  joy, 
Staff  in  hand,  and  shoes  on  feet, 
AU  old  leaven  would  destroy. 
Christ  will  be  that  bread  indeed, 
He  our  famished  souls  will  feed  : 
Faith  can  sing  in  every  need, 
HaUelujah ! 


Hnto    ^ou    tl)i0    uJag. 

Jesus  is  come,  0  joy  heaven -Ughted  1 

He  who  was  from  the  beginning  is  here  : 

Grodhead  and  manhood  in  him  are  united ; 

Creator,  how  com'st  thou  us  creatures  so  near  ? 
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434  Hymns    of 

Angeis  and  men,  tell  the  heathen  benighted, 
0  joy  heaven-lighted !  that  Jesus  is  come. 

Jesus  is  come !  Now  fall  off  our  fetters  ! 

The  powers  of  hell  are  broken  and  flee. 
Jesus  redeems  us,  poor  penniless  debtors ; 

He,  the  strong  Son  of  God,  maketh  right  free : 
Takes  us  from  shame,  and  in  honour  doth  set  us ; 

Now  fall  off  our  fetters,  for  Jesus  has  come  ! 

Jesus  is  come,  the  great  King  of  glory  ; 

All  heaven  and  earth,  proclaim  ye  his  might ! 
Master,  all  hearts  must  fly  open  before  thee, — 

Ye  heavenly  portals,  unfold  at  the  siglit ! 
Sinners,  he  setteth  a  kingdom  before  ye ; 

The  great  King  of  glory,  our  Jesus  is  come ! 

Jesus  is  come,  an  offering  for  sinners  : 

The  sins  of  the  whole  world  beareth  this  Lamb : 

He  is  the  sufferer,  we  are  the  winners — 
Our  full  redemption  to  purchase  he  came. 

Love !  in  thy  wonders  we  are  but  beginners  ! 
An  offering  for  sinners,  our  Jesus  is  come  ! 

Jesus  is  come,  the  fount  of  salvation  : 

Come,  who  are  thirsty,  and  drink  ye  who  ^vill  I 

Make  to  your  fatal  wounds  sweet  application. 
Brought  from  the  source  his  atonement  doth  fill ! 

All  who  are  needy  have  full  invitation: 
A  fount  of  salvation,  our  Jesus  is  come  1 


THE   Church   Militant.         436 

Jesus  is  come,  tell  earth's  farthest  section  I 

Hasten  ye,  under  his  banner  to  be  ! 
Swear  to  him  truly,  with  deep  hcart-aiFection : 

Say  :  we  will  live  and  will  die  now  with  thee . 
Amen,  0  Jesus,  lead  on  to  perfection ! 

Tell  earth's  farthest  section,  that  Jesus  is  come. 


The  gospel  comes  with  welcome  news 

To  sinners  lost  like  me : 
Their  various  schemes  let  others  choose  ; 

Saviour,  I  come  to  thee  ! 

Of  sinners  sure  I  am  the  chief, 

But  grace  is  rich  and  free, 
This  lovely  truth  affords  rehef 

To  sinners^  even  to  me. 

Of  merit  now  let  others  speak, 

But  merit  I  have  none  ; 
I'm  justified  for  Jesus'  sake, 

I'm  saved  by  grace  alone. 

'Twas  grace  my  stubborn  heart  first  won ; 

'Tis  grace  that  holds  me  fast : 
G-race  will  complete  the  work  begun. 

And  save  me  at  the  last. 

Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 
What  God  hath  done  for  me  ; 

And  celebrate  redeeming  grace, 
Throughout  eternity. 


436  Hymns    of 


(B  n  c   i^  0  1  b . 

Thou  who  in  that  bitter  night 

Didst  die  for  us,  long  years  ago  ; 
Thou  who  tln-ough  thy  love's  strong  might 

Hast  made  our  hearts  thy  mercy  know : 
0  remind  thy  little  flock. 

Who  so  lightly  disagree, 
What  thy  last  petition  spoke — 

"  Let  them  all  be  one  in  me." 


®0b  tl)e  happiness  of  ^jis  people 

My  Grod,  whose  aU-pervading  eye 

Views  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above. 

Witness,  if  here  or  there  thou  seest 
An  object  of  mine  equal  love. 

Not  the  gay  scenes,  where  mortal  men 
Pursue  their  bhss,  and  find  their  woe, 

Detain  my  rising  heart,  which  springs 
The  nobler  joys  of  heaven  to  view. 

Not  all  the  fairesi.  sons  of  hght, 

That  lead  the  army  round  thy  throne, 

Can  bound  its  flight :  it  presseth  on. 
And  seeks  its  rest  in  Grod  alone. 


THE    Church    Militant.         437 

Fixed  neai  the  immortal  source  of  bliss, 

Dauntless  and  joyous  it  surveys 
Each  form  of  horror  and  distress. 

That  earth,  combined  with  hell,  can  raise. 

This  feeble  flesh  shall  faint  and  die  ; 

Tliis  heart  renew  its  pulse  no  more  ; 
Even  now  it  views  the  moment  nigh, 

When  life's  last  movements  aU  are  o'er. 

But  come,  thou  vanquished  King  of  dread, 
With  thy  own  hand  thy  power  destroy ; 

'Tis  thine  to  bear  my  soul  to  God^ 
My  portion,  and  eternal  joy. 


ganctification   of  BelietJers. 

Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven, 

And  are  happy  in  the  Lord  ; 
Have  you  read  that  gracious  promise. 

Which  is  left  upon  record ; 
"  I  will  sprinkle  you  with  water, 

I  will  cleanse  you  from  aU  sin ;  • 
Sanctify  and  make  you  holy, 

I  will  dwell  and  reign  within." 

Though  you  have  much  peace  and  comfort, 
G-reater  things  you  yet  may  find ! 

Freedom  from  unholy  tempers ; 
Freedom  from  the  carnal  mind ; 
37* 


438  Hymns    op 

To  procure  your  perfect  freedom, 
Jesus  suffered,  groaned,  and  died ; 

On  the  cross  the  heahng  fountain 
Crushed  from  his  wounded  side. 

0  ye  tender  babes  in  Jesus, 

Hear  your  heavenly  Father's  will ; 
Claim  your  portion,  plead  his  promisej. 

And  lie  quickly  will  fulfil : 
Pray,  and  the  refining  fire 

Will  come  streaming  from  above  I 
Now  believe  and  gain  the  blessing, 

Nothing  less  than  perfect  love. 

If  you  have  obtained  this  treasure, 

Search,  and  you  shall  surely  find 
All  the  christian  marks  and  graces. 

Planted,  growing  in  your  mind  : 
Perfect  faith,  and  perfect  patience, 

Perfect  lowliness,  and  then  ! 
P(3rfect  hope,  and  perfect  meekness, 

Perfect  love  for  God  and  men. 

Be  as  hcfly  and  as  happy, 

And  as  useful  here  below. 
As  it  is  your  Father's  pleasure ; 

Jesus  only,  Jesus  know  : 
Spread,  0  spread  the  holy  fire. 

Tell,  0  tell  what  God  has  done  I 
Till  the  nations  are  conformed 

To  the  ima<xe  of  his  Son. 


THE   Church    Militant.         439 


Sin   QLonftsQch. 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death : 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  j 
But  we're  defiled  in  every  part. 

Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true ; 
0  make  me  wise  betimes  to  spy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 

My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 

The  leprosy  Ues  deep  within. 

No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Kor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone : 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 
No  Jewish  types  can  cleanse  me  so. 


440  Hymns    of 


Ql\)c  iTountain  of  £it)ing  toaters 

A  FOUNTAIN  of  life  and  of  grace 

In  Christ,  our  Redeemer  we  see  : 
For  us,  who  his  offers  embrace. 

For  aU,  it  is  open  and  free  : 
Jehovah,  himself,  doth  invite 

To  drink  of  his  pleasures  unknown  : 
The  sti'eams  of  immortal  delight 

That  flow  from  his  heavenly  throne. 

As  soon  as  in  him  we  believe, 

By  faith  of  his  Spirit  we  take, 
And,  freely  forgiven,  receive 

The  mercy  for  Jesus' s  sake  1 
We  gain  a  pure  drop  of  his  love ; 

The  life  of  eternity  know  ; 
Angelical  happiness  prove. 

And  witness  a  heaven  below. 


distractions   in   grayer 

Ah  !  dearest  Lord,  I  cannot  pray, 

My  fancy  is  not  free  ; 
Unmannerly  distractions  come. 

And  force  my  thoughts  from  thee. 

The  world  that  looks  so  dull  all  day, 
Grows  bright  on  me  at  prayer. 

And  plans  that  ask  no  thought  but  then, 
Wake  up  and  meet  me  there. 


THE    Church    Militant.        441 

All  nature  one  full  fountain  seems 

Of  dreamy  sight  and  sound, 
Which,  when  I  knael,  breaks  up  its  deeps, 

And  makes  a  deluge  round. 

Old  voices  murmur  in  my  ear, 

New  hopes  start  into  life, 
And  past  and  future  gayly  blend 

In  one  bewitching  strife. 

My  very  flesh  has  restless  fits ; 

My  changeful  Umbs  conspire 
With  all  these  phantoms  of  the  mind 

My  inner  self  to  tire. 

I  cannot  pray  ;  yet  Lord !  thou  know'st 

The  pain  it  is  to  me 
To  have  my  vainly-struggling  thoughts 

Thus  torn  away  from  thee. 

Ah  !  Jesus  !  teach  me  how  to  prize 

These  tedious  hours  when  I, 
Foolish  and  mute  before  thy  face, 

In  helpless  worship  lie. 

Prayer  was  not  meant  for  luxury, 

Or  selfish  pastime  sweet ; 
It  is  the  prostrate  creature's  place 

At  his  Creator's  feet. 

Had  I  kept  stricter  watch  each  hour 

O'er  tongue  and  eye  and  ear. 
Had  I  but  mortified  all  day 

Each  joy  as  it  came  near,-  • 


442  Hymns    of 

Had  I,  clear  Lord  !  no  pleasure  found 

But  in  the  thought  of  thee, 
Prayer  would  have  come  unsought,  and  been 

A  truer  liberty. 

Yet  thou  art  oft  most  present,  Lord  1 

In  weak  distracted  prayer  ; 
A  sinner  out  of  heart  with  self 

Most  often  finds  thee  there. 

And  prayer  that  humbles,  sets  the  soul 

From  all  illusions  free, 
And  teaches  it  how  utterly, 

Dear  Lord !  it  hangs  on  thee. 

The  soul,  that  on  self-sacrifice 

Is  covetously  bent, 
Will  bless  thy  chastening  hand  that  makes 

Its  prayer  its  punishment. 

Ah,  Jesus !  why  should  I  complain  ? 

And  why  fear  aught  but  sin  ? 
Distractions  arc  but  outward  things  ; 

Thy  peace  dwells  far  within  I 

These  surface-troubles  come  and  go, 

Like  rufflings  of  the  sea ; 
The  deeper  depth  is  out  of  reach 

To  all,  my  God,  but  Thee  I 


THE    Church   Militant.         443 


T  KNOW  it  is  my  sinne  which  locks  thine  eares, 

And  bindes  thy  hands  ! 
Out-crying  my  requests,  drowning  my  tears ; 
Or  else  the  chilnesse  of  my  faint  demands. 

But  as  cold  hands  are  angrie  with  the  fire, 

And  mend  it  still : 
So  I  do  lay  the  want  of  my  desire, 
I^ot  on  my  sinnes,  or  coldnesse,  but  thy  will. 

Yet  heare,  0  God,  onely  for  his  bloud's  sake, 

Which  pleads  for  me  : 
For  though  sinnes  plead  too,  yet  like  stones  they 

make 
His  bloud's  sweet  current  much  more  loud  to  be. 


QLakc    aroag    all   Sniquit^ 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers. 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  : 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 


444  Hymns    of 

In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise, 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate, 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee. 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


QL\)e    iHibnigbt  dLt^. 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

Before  whose  bar  severe. 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread 

We  all  shall  soon  appear ; 
Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day. 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour. 
That  aAvful  hour  unknown, 

When  robed  in  majesty  and  power. 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 


THE    Church    Militant.         446 

The  immortal  Son  of  man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace ! 

To  guide  our  earthly  joys, 

To  increase  our  gracious  fears, 
Forever  let  the  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears 
The  solemn  midnight  cry, — 

Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come ; 
Arise,  and  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

And  meet  your  instant  doom. 

0  may  we  all  be  found 

Obedient  to  thy  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  the  Lord. 
0  may  we  thus  ensure 

A  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment,  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest. 


(tl)  0  0  6  C. 

0  HOW  narrow  is  the  way 

That  leads  the  sinner  day  by  day 
To  where  the  heavenly  mansions  be  I 

0  how  many  men  desire 

Those  halls  of  joy,  yet  faint  and  tire, 
And  never  come  the  joy  to  see ; 
38 


446  Hi  MNS   OF 

Because  the  wordly-minded  heart 
In  Grod's  pure  kingdom  hath  no  part 

Here  the  cross  and  pain  they  shun, 
Earth  is  sought,  and  earth  is  won ; 

And  pride  and  envy  rule  alone : 

Love  of  self  gTOws  strong  and  deep  : 
Ah,  the  narrow  way  is  steep. 

And  leadeth  where  sharp  thorns  are  strewn, 
And  every  hour  it  brings  to  hght 
Some  foe  that  we  must  flee  or  fight. 

Then  heaven's  gate  is  narrow  too ; 
And  whosoever  will  pass  through 

Must  make  himself  a  little  child  ; 
No  human  greatness  enters  there  : 
Each  one  a  borrowed  robe  must  wear, 

Or  be  for  ever  heaven-exiled. 

Think  ye  much,  and  strive  and  pray, — 
The  course  of  sin  leads  far  away. 

Ah,  where  shall  I  find  strength  to  win  ? 

And  who  will  set  me  free  from  sin  ? 
I,  without  one  good  work  or  thought, 

How  shall  I  find  and  keep  the  way  ? 

How  can  I  life  and  service  lay 
At  Jesus'  feet,  and  keep  back  nought  ? 

Jesus,  my  soul's  sweet  heavenly  guest, 

How  can  a  sinner  love  him  best  ? 

Saviour,  thy  Spirit  give  to  me ; 
Let  all  my  life  transformed  be; 
This  grief  and  burden  of  my  sin 
The  heavenly  Comforter  can  cure  : 


THE    Church   Militant.         447 

New-make  my  heart,  and  make  it  pure ; 
And  give  me  a  strong  faith  within. 
0  Grrace-of-souls,  let  not  the  foe 
Pluck  me  from  thee,  to  endless  woe. 

Stamp  thine  own  image,  bright  and  clear, 

Deep  in  my  soul ;  0  God,  be  near, 
Give  the  strong  faith-shield  unto  me, 

And  when  I  fail,  forgive  and  spare. 

Let  thy  sweet  grace  within  me  bear 
Fruits  of  the  Spirit,  unto  thee, — 

Courage  and  peace  none  can  destroy. 

And  meekness,  patience,  and  pure  joy. 

E'en  now  0  Lord,  thy  Spirit  send, 
And  let  his  presence  o'er  us  bend 

And  ever  in  our  hearts  abide  ; 
Come,  0  thou  Spirit  of  all  grace, 
That  we  may  one  day  have  a  place 

Whither  thy  love  our  steps  shall  guide. — 
There,  in  the  kingdom  of  the  just, — 
There,  where  our  treasure  cannot  rust. 


(Eelestial    prospects 

Sweet  glories  rush  upon  my  sight, 
And  charm  my  wondering  eyes ; 

The  regions  of  immortal  hght ; 
The  beauties  of  the  skies. 


448  Hymns    of 

All  hail !  ye  fair  celestial  shores ! 

Ye  lands  of  endless  day  ! 
Swift  on  my  view  your  prospect  pours, 

And  drives  my  griefs  away. 

There's  a  delightful  clearness  now, 
My  clouds  of  doubt  are  gone, 

Fled  is  my  former  darkness  too, 
^ly  fears  are  all  withdrawn. 

Short  is  the  passage — short  the  space 
Between  my  home  and  me  ; 

There !  there  behold  the  radiant  place  I 
How  near  the  mansions  be  ! 

Immortal  wonders !  boundless  things  I 
In  those  dear  worlds  appear : 

Prepare  me,  Lord,  to  stretch  my  wings. 
And  in  those  glories  share. 


igere   ^m   J 

My  will  would  like  a  life  of  ease, — 
And  power  to  do,  and  time  to  rest,-— 

And  health  and  strength  my  will  would  please, 
But  Lord  I  know  thy  will  is  best 

If  I  have  stiength  to  do  thy  will, 

That  should  be  power  enough  for  me : 

Whether  to  work  or  to  sit  still 

The  appointment  of  the  day  may  be. 


THE   Church   Militant.         449 

And  if  by  sickness  I  may  grow 

More  patient,  holy,  and  resigned ; 
Strong  health  I  need  not  wish  to  know, 

And  greater  ease  I  cannot  find. 

And  rest — I  need  not  seek  it  here, 

For  perfect  rest  rewmneth  still : 
When  in  thy  presence  we  appear. 

Rest  shall  be  given  by  thy  will. 

Lord,  I  have  given  my  life  to  thee. 
And  every  day  and  hour  is  thine, — 

What  thou  appointest  let  them  be  : 
Thy  will  is  better,  Lord,  than  mine. 


Soon    anh    for    (!?Der 

Soon — and  for  ever  ! 

Such  promise  our  trust, 
Thousrh  ashes  to  ashes, 

And  dust  unto  dust; 
Soon — and  for  ever 

Our  union  shall  be 
Made  perfect,  our  glorious 

Redeemer,  in  thee. 
When  the  sins  and  the  sorrows 

Of  time  shall  be  o'er  ; 
Its  pangs  and  its  partings 

Remembered  no  more ; 
38* 


450  Hymns    of 


When  life  cannot  fail, 

And  when  death  cannot  sever, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be 

Soon — and  for  ever. 


Soon,  and  for  ever, 

The  breaking  of  day- 
Shall  drive  all  the  night-clouds 

Of  sorrow  away, — 
Soon,  and  for  ever. 

We'll  see  as  we're  seen. 
And  learn  the  deep  meaning 

Of  things  that  have  been. 
When  fightings  without  us, 

And  fears  from  within. 
Shall  weary  no  more 

In  the  warfare  of  sin ; 
Where  tears  and  where  fears 

And  where  death  shall  be — never, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be. 

Soon,  and  for  ever. 

Soon,  and  for  ever, 

The  work  shall  be  done, 
The  warfare  accomplished, 

The  victory  won ; 
Soon,  and  for  ever. 

The  soldier  lay  down 
His  sword  for  a  harp. 

And  his  cross  for  a  crown. 
Then  droop  not  in  sorrow, 

Despond  not  in  fear. 


THE    Church   Militant.         451 

A  glorious  to-morrow- 
Is  brightening  and  near : 

When, — blessed  reward 

Of  each  faithful  endeavour, — 

Christians  with  Christ  shall  be 
Soon,  and  for  ever. 


Bs   faitl). 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night; 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies, 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries. 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
When  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

So  Abrah'm,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  wallc  with  Grod ; 

His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  alonsr  the  road. 


452  Hymns    of 


^[[   is    ^ours. 

0  FOOLISH  heart,  be  still ! 
And  vex  thyself  no  more  i 

Wait  thou  for  God,  until 
He  open  pleasure's  door. 
Thou  knowst  not  what  is  good  for  thee, 

But  God  doth  know, — 
Let  him  thy  strong  reliance  be, 
And  rest  thee  so. 

He  counted  all  my  days, 

And  every  joy  and  tear, 
Ere  I  knew  how  to  praise, 
Or  even  had  learned  to  fear. 
Before  I  him  my  Father  knew, 

He  called  me  child ; 
His  help  has  guarded  me  all  through 
This  weary  wild. 

The  least  of  all  my  cares 

Is  not  to  him  unknown, — 
He  sees  and  he  prepares 
The  pathway  for  his  own ; 
And  what  his  hand  assigns  to  me, 

That  serves  my  peace, — 
The  greatest  burden  it  might  be, 
Yet  joy's  increase  ! 

1  live  no  more  for  earth  ; 
Nor  seek  my  full  joy  here  ; 

The  world  seems  little  worth 
When  heaven  is  shiningr  clear. 


THE    Church    Militant.        463 

Yet  joyfully  I  go  my  way, 

So  free,  so  blest ! 
Sweetening  my  toil  from  day  to  day, 

With  thoughts  of  rest 

Give  me,  my  Lord,  whate'er 

Will  bind  my  heart  to  thee ; 
For  that  I  make  my  prayer, 
And  know  thou  hearest  me  ! 
But  all  that  might  keep  back  my  soul — 

Make  thee  forgot, — 
Though  of  earth-good  it  were  the  whole, 

0  give  it  not ! 

When  sickness-pains  distress, 
And  want  doth  follow  fear, 
And  men  their  hate  express. 
My  sky  shall  still  be  clear. 
Then  wait  I,  Lord,  and  wait  for  thee ; 

And  I  am  still, — 
Though  mine  should  unaccomplished  bo, 
Do  thou  thy  wiU ! 

Thou  art  the  strength  and  stay 

Of  every  weary  soul ; 
Thy  wisdom  rules  the  way, 
Thy  pity  does  control. 
What  ill  can  happen  unto  me 
When  thou  art  near  ? 
Thou  wilt,  0  God,  my  keeper  be, 

1  will  not  fear  1 


464  Hymns    of 


(t  a  na  an. 

Together  let  us  sweetly  live  ; 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
Together  let  us  sweetly  die  ; 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
0  Canaan  !  bright  Canaan  ! 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

0  Canaan,  it  is  my  happy  home  ; 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 
Look  out  for  me,  I'm  coming  too. 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

1  have  some  friends  before  me  gone, 
And  I'm  resolved  to  travel  on. 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

Our  songs  of  praise  shall  i&ll  the  skies, 
While  higher  still  our  joys  shall  rise. 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

Then  come  with  me,  beloved  friend. 
The  joys  of  heaven  shall  never  end. 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 


Happiness,  thou  lovely  name, 

Where's  thy  seat,  0  tell  me  where  ? 

Leai'ning,  pleasure,  wealth,  and  fame, 
All  cry  out,  "  It  is  not  here"  : 


THE    Church    Militant.         455 

Not  the  wisdom  of  the  wise 
Can  inform  me  where  it  lies, 
Not  the  grandeur  of  the  great 
Can  the  bhss,  I  seek,  create. 

Object  of  my  first  desire, 

Jesus,  crucified  for  me  ! 
All  to  happiness  aspire. 

Only  to  be  found  in  thee  : 

Thee  to  praise,  and  thee  to  know, 

Constitute  our  bliss  below  ; 

Thee  to  see,  and  thee  to  love, 

Constitute  our  bliss  above. 

Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live, 

If  thy  presence  thou  deny ; 
Lord,  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 

'Tis  no  lono-er  death  to  die : 

Source  and  giver  of  repose, 

Singly  from  thy  smile  it  flows ; 

Peace  and  happiness  are  thine  ; 

Mine  they  are,  if  thou  art  mine. 

Whilst  I  feel  thy  love  to  me, 

Every  object  teems  with  joy  ; 
Here  0  may  I  walk  with  thee, 

Then  into  thy  presence  die ! 

Let  me  but  thyself  possess, 

Total  sum  of  happiness ! 

Real  bliss  I  then  shall  prove, 

Heaven  below  and  heaven  above. 


466  Hymns   op 


(E  he    SabbatI)    oi  ti)e    Sonl 

0  Father,  though  the  anxious  fear 
May  cloud  tomorrow's  way, 

Nor  fear  nor  doubt  shall  enter  here ; 
All  shall  be  thine  today. 

We  will  not  bring  divided  hearts 

To  worship  at  thy  shrine  ; 
But  each  unholy  thought  departs, 

And  leaves  the  temple  thine. 

Sleep,  sleep  today,  tormenting  cares, 

Of  earth  and  folly  born ! 
Ye  shall  not  dim  the  light  that  streams 

From  this  celestial  morn. 

Tomorrow  will  be  time  enough 

To  feel  your  harsh  control ; 
Ye  shall  not  violate  this  day, 

The  Sabbath  of  my  soul. 

Sleep,  sleep  forever,  guilty  thoughts ; 

Let  fires  of  vengeance  die  ; 
And  purged  from  sin,  may  I  behold 

A  God  of  purity. 


THE    Church   Militant.         457 


5^eiti)er   J)ain   nor    Sorrou) 

Here  the  Christian  meets  with  trials, 
Oft  immersed  in  human  woe  ; 

Fierce  temptations,  various  sorrows, 
Are  his  portion  here  below. 

But  the  world  to  which  he's  travelling 

Hath  no  evil  to  annoy ; 
There  is  nothing  to  molest  him, 

Nothing  to  disturb  his  joy. 

There  he'll  see  the  unfading  beauties 
Of  the  dear  Immanuel's  face  ; 

There  behold  the  streaming  glory, 
All  the  rising  heights  of  grace. 

Burst  in  everlasting  praises, 

Chant  in  most  melodious  strains  ; 

Traverse  the  celestial  country, 
Ride  in  triumph  o'er  the  plains. 

Hark,  my  soul,  they're  sweetly  singing  I 
What  a  wondrous  happy  throng  ! 

O  what  sounds  of  Hallelujahs 
Echo  in  the  noble  song  1 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  0  come  quickly, 

Let  me  to  thy  throne  arise ; 
Bear  a  part  in  that  grand  music. 

Join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 
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458  Hymns    of 


QLo    tOill,    is   Present   roitl)    fUe 

I  woTTLD,  but  cannot  sing, 
Gruilt  has  untuned  my  voice, 

The  serpent's  sin-envenomed  sting, 
Has  poisoned  all  my  joys. 

I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh, 

And  would,  but  cannot  pray  ; 

For  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try, 
And  frights  my  soul  away. 

I  would,  but  can't  repent, 

Though  I  endeavour  oft ; 
This  stony  heart  can  ne'er  relent, 

Till  Jesus  makes  it  soft. 

I  would,  but  cannot  love. 
Though  wooed  by  love  divine  ; 

No  arguments  have  power  to  move 
A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 

I  would,  but  cannot  rest 

In  Grod's  most  holy  will ; 
I  know  what  he  appoints  is  best. 

Yet  murmur  at  it  still. 

0  could  T  but  believe  1 
Then  all  would  easy  be ; 

1  would,  but  cannot — Lord,  relieve ; 
My  help  must  come  from  thee ! 


THE    Church   Militant.         459 

But  if  indeed  I  would, 

Though  I  can  nothing  do  ; 
Yet  the  desire  is  something  good, 

For  which  my  praise  is  due. 

By  nature  prone  to  ill, 

'Till  thine  appointed  hour 
I  was  as  destitute  of  will, 

As  now  I  am  of  power. 

Wilt  thou  not  crown  at  length, 

The  work  thou  hast  begun  ? 
And  with  a  will,  afford  me  strength, 

In  aU  thy  ways  to  run. 


QL\)c   Propitiation. 

0  THOU  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death 

That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 

1  have  no  refuge  of  my  ovsna, 

But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood : 
Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be, 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me. 

And  brinof  me  near  to  God. 


460  Hymns    of 

Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send ; 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweet I3'  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend." 

The  King  of  terrors  then  would  be, 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

That  bids  me  come  away  ; 
Unclogged  by  earth  or  earthly  things, 
Fd  mount  upon  his  sable  wings 

To  everlasting  day. 


HJeptl)    of  Xttercn. 

Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  Grod  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

Kindled  his  relentings  are, 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare ; 
Cries,  "  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ?'* 
Lets  the  lifted  tliunder  drop. 


THE    Church    Militant.        461 

There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shews  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands  I 
God  is  love !  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

Jesus,  answer  from  above, 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ! 
Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget  ? 
Suffer  me  to  kiss  thy  feet  ? 

Now  incline  me  to  repent ! 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ! 
Now  my  soul's  revolt  deplore  ! 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 


Behold  the  Saviour  at  thy  door. 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still, 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

0  lovely  attitude ! — he  stands 
With  melting  heart,  and  outstretched  hands  I 
0  matchless  kindness !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

Admit  him ; — ^for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest; 
Admit  him  ; — or  the  hour's  at  hand. 
When  at  his  door  denied  yoa'll  stand. 


462  Hymns    of 

Open  my  heart,  Lord,  enter  in, 
Slay  every  foe,  and  conquer  sin : 
Here  then  to  thee  I  all  resign, 
My  body,  soul,  and  all  are  thine. 


^ere   is    iHs    ^eart. 

Here  is  my  heart ! — my  God,  I  give  it  thee ; 

I  heard  thee  call  and  say, 
"  Not  to  the  world,  my  child,  but  unto  me,"— 

I  heard,  and  wiU  obey. 
Here  is  love's  offering  to  my  King, 
Which  in  glad  sacrifice  I  bring. 
Here  is  my  heart. 

Here  is  my  heart ! — surely  the  gift,  though  poor,  ■ 

My  God  will  not  despise ; 
Vainly  and  long  I  sought  to  make  it  pure  ; 

To  meet  thy  searching  eyes ; 
Corrupted  first  in  Adam's  fall, 
The  stains  of  sin  pollute  it  all. 
My  guilty  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart ! — my  heart  so  hard  before, 
Now  by  thy  grace  made  meet ; 

Yet  bruised  and  wearied,  it  can  only  pour 
Its  anguish  at  thy  feet ; 

It  groans  beneath  the  weight  of  sin. 

It  sighs  salvation's  joy  to  win. 

My  mourning  heart  1 


THE   Church   Militant.         463 

Here  is  my  heart ! — ^in  Christ  its  longings  end, 

Near  to  his  cross  it  draws  ; 
It  says  "  Thou  art  my  portion,  0  my  friend  1 

Thy  blood  my  ransom  was," 
And  in  the  Saviour  it  has  found 
What  blessedness  and  peace  abound. 
My  trusting  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart ! — ah  I  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Its  nature  to  renew, 
And  consecrate  it  wholly  as  thy  home, 

A  temple  fair  and  true. 
Teach  it  to  love  and  serve  thee  more, 
To  fear  thee,  trust  thee,  and  adore. 
My  cleansed  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart ! — it  trembles  to  draw  near 

The  glory  of  thy  throne  ; 
Give  it  the  shining  robe  thy  servants  wear, 

Of  righteousness  thine  own: 
Its  pride  and  folly  chase  away, 
And  all  its  vanity,  I  pray. 

My  humble  heart 

Here  is  my  heart ! — teach  it,  0  Lord,  to  cling 

In  gladness  unto  thee ; 
And  in  the  day  of  sorrow  still  to  sing, 

"  Welcome  my  Grod's  decree." 
Believing,  all  its  journey  through, 
That  thou  art  wise,  and  just,  and  true, 
My  waiting  heart ! 


464  Hymns    of 

Here  is  my  heart ! — 0  Friend  of  friends,  be  near 

To  make  each  tempter  fly  ; 
And  when  my  latest  foe  I  wait  with  fear, 

Give  me  the  victory  ! 
Grladly  on  thy  love  reposing, 
Let  me  say,  when  life  is  closing, 
"Here  is  my  heart  1" 


1)0    i5igl)U)aB   of  i^oiincBB 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone  : 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon : 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  \'iew. 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 

When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away ; 

He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 

The  way  the  holy  prophets  went. 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 
I'll  go,  for  all  liis  paths  are  peace. 

No  stranger  shall  proceed  therein, 
No  lover  of  the  world  and  sin, 
No  Hon,  no  devouring  care. 
No  sin  nor  sorrow  shall  be  there. 

No, — nothing  shall  go  up  thereon, 
But  travelling  souls,  and  I  am  one ; 


THE  Church   Militant.         465 

Wayfaring  men  tx)  Canaan  bound, 
Shall  only  in  the  way  be  found. 

This  is  the  "way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, — 
Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way. 

Lo  !  glad  I  come ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 
And  say, — ^Behold  the  way  to  Grod. 


tX)  l)ile   ge    I)  aoe    £igl)  t. 

■  Ephraim  is  joined  to  his  idols,  let  him  alone." — Hosea. 

There  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when, 
A  point,  we  know  not  where, 

That  marks  the  destinj-  of  men 
To  glory  or  despair. 


466  Hymns    of 

There  is  a  line,  by  us  unseen, 

That  crosses  every  path ; 
The  hidden  boundary  between 

God's  patience  and  his  wrath. 

To  pass  that  hmit  is  to  die, 

To  die  as  if  by  stealth ; 
It  does  not  quench  the  beaming  eye, 

Or  pale  the  glow  of  health. 

The  conscience  may  be  still  at  ease, 

The  spirits  light  and  gay ; 
That  which  is  pleasing  still  may  please, 

And  care  be  thrust  away. 

But  on  that  forehead  God  has  set 

Indelibly  a  mark, 
Unseen  by  man,  for  man  as  yet 

Is  blind  and  in  the  dark. 

And  yet  the  doomed  man's  path  below 
May  bloom,  as  Eden  bloomed ; 

He  did  not,  does  not,  will  not  know, 
Or  feel  that  he  is  doomed. 

He  knows,  he  feels  that  all  is  well. 
And  every  fear  is  calmed  ; 

He  Uves,  he  dies,  he  wakes  in  hell, 
Not  only  doomed,  but  damned. 

0  where  is  this  mysterious  bourn. 
By  which  our  path  is  crossed; 

Beyond  which,  God  himself  hath  sworn, 
That  he  who  ffoes  is  lost  ? 


THE    Church   Militant.         467 

How  far  may  we  go  on  in  sin  ? 

How  long  will  Grod  forbear  ? 
Where  does  hope  end,  and  where  begin 

The  confines  of  despair  ? 

An  answer  from  the  skies  is  sent : 

"  Ye  that  from  God  depart, 
While  it  is  called  to-day  repent. 

And  harden  not  yom*  heart." 


faiti)    (Conquering. 

The  moment  a  sinner  believes. 

And  trusts  in  his  crucified  Grod, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives, — 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood : 
Though  thousands  and  thousands  of  foes 

Against  him  in  malice  unite. 
Their  rage  he  through  Christ  can  oppose, 

Led  forth  by  the  Spirit  to  fight. 

The  faith  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 

And  brings  such  salvation  as  this. 
Is  more  than  mere  notion  or  name, 

The  work  of  G-od's  Spirit  it  is  ; 
A  principle,  active  and  young, 

That  lives  under  pressure  and  load ; 
That  makes  out  of  weakness  more  strong, 

And  di'aws  the  soul  upward  to  Cod. 


468  Hymns    of 

It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell ; 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair ; 
And  oh !  let  us  wonder  to  tell, 

It  overcomes  heaven  by  prayer ; 
Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust, 

With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend ; 
To  hope  his  forgiveness  as  just, 

And  look  for  his  grace  to  the  end. 

It  says  to  the  mountains,  "  Depart," 

That  stand  betwixt  G-od  and  the  soul ; 
It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart. 

And  makes  wounded  consciences  whole ; 
Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  dye 

Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white ; 
And  raises  the  sinner  on  high. 

To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light. 


Sns t   as   S    am. 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee, 
0 1  Lamb  of  G-od,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0 1  Lamb  of  G-od,  I  come. 


THE    Church    Militant.         469 

Just  as  1  am,  though  tossed  about, 
Witli  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  wars  without, 
0 !  Lamb  of  Grod,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am — ^poor,  wretched,  blind  : 
Sight,  riclies,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  thee  to  find, 
0  !  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am  thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
0 !  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am —  thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
0  !  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


X3  X  am   ill  e  . 


At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
Toiling,  I  cry.  Sweet  Spirit,  come ! 
Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay. 
But  swell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  way  I 

Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow. 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below  ; 
But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail ;  ■ 
Thou,  thou  must  breathe  th'  auspicious  gale, 
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470  Hymns    of 


(j:i)e  SliaboiD  of  tlje  (5rcat  ttock. 

Sweet  is  the  solace  of  thy  love, 
My  heavenly  Friend,  to  me, 

While  through  the  hidden  way  of  faith 
I  journey  home  with  thee. 

Learning  by  quiet  thankfulness 
As  a  dear  child  to  be. 

Though  from  the  shadow  of  thy  peace 

My  feet  would  often  stray. 
Thy  mercy  follows  all  my  steps, 

And  wiU  not  turn  away  ; 
Yea,  thou  wilt  comfort  me  at  last, 

As  none  beneath  thee  may. 

Oft  in  a  dark  and  lonely  place, 
I  hush  my  hastened  breath. 

To  hear  the  comfortable  words 
Thy  loving  Spirit  saith ; 

And  feel  my  safety  in  thy  hand 
From  every  kind  of  death. 

0  there  is  nothing  in  the  world 

To  weigh  against  thy  will  ; 
Even  the  dark  times  I  dread  the  most. 

Thy  covenant  fulfil : 
And  when  the  pleasant  morning  dawns, 

I  find  thee  with  me  still. 

No  other  comforter  I  need, 
If  thou,  0  Lord,  be  mine, — 


THE    Church    Militant.        47. 

Thy  rod  will  bring  my  spirit  low, 

Thy  fire  my  heart  refine, 
And  cause  me  pain  that  none  can  heal 

By  other  love  than  thine. 

Then  in  the  secret  of  my  soul. 

Though  hosts  my  peace  invade. 
Though  through  a  waste  and  weary  land 

My  lonely  way  be  made, 
Thou,  even  thou,  wilt  comfort  me, — 

I  need  not  be  afi-aid. 

Still  in  the  solitary  place 

I  would  awhile  abide, 
Till  with  the  solace  of  thy  love 

My  heart  is  satisfied  ; 
And  all  my  hopes  of  happiness 

Stay  calmly  at  thy  side. 


Sxezhom   from    QLart* 

While  I  lived  without  the  Lord, 
(If  I  might  be  said  to  live,) 

Nothing  could  reUef  afibrd, 
Nothing  satisfaction  give. 

Empty  hopes  and  groundless  fear 
Moved  by  turns  my  anxious  mind ; 

Like  a  feather  in  the  air, 

Made  the  sport  of  every  wind. 


472  Hymns   of 

Now  I  see,  whate'er  betide, 
All  is  well,  if  Christ  be  mine ; 

He  has  promised  to  provide, 
I  have  only  to  resign. 

AYhen  a  sense  of  sin  and  thrall 
Forced  me  to  the  sinner's  Friend, 

He  engaged  to  manage  all, 
By  the  way,  and  to  the  end. 

"  Cast,"  he  said,  "  on  me  thy  care, 
'Tis  enough  that  I  am  nigh : 

I  will  all  thy  burdens  bear, 
I  will  all  thy  wants  supply. 

"  Simply  follow  as  I  lead, 
Do  not  reason,  but  believe ; 

Call  on  me  in  time  of  need, 

Thou  shalt  surely  help  receive." 

Lord,  I  would,  I  do  submit, 
Gladly  yield  my  all  to  thee ; 

What  thy  wisdom  sees  most  fit. 
Must  be,  surely,  best  for  me. 

Only,  when  the  way  is  rough. 

And  the  coward  flesh  would  start, 

Let  thy  promise  and  thy  love 
Cheer  and  animate  my  heart 


THE   Church   Militant.         473 


iJlB    (Eup   Unnnetl)    over 

O  LOOK,  my  soul,  and  see 
How  thy  cup  doth  overflow ! 

Think  of  the  love  so  free, 
Which  fills  it  for  thee  so ! 

Let  fell  no  tears  therein, 

Of  self-will  or  of  doubt, — 
There  may  be  tears  for  sin, 

But  sinful  tears  keep  out. 

What  lies  within  ? — Life,  health. 
Friends — here,  or  gone  before, — 

Promise  of  heavenly  wealth — 
Of  earthly,  some  small  store, — 

Power  to  act  thy  part 

In  earth's  great  labour-field, — 
Grace,  which  should  make  thy  heart 

An  hundred-fold  to  yield. 

The  drops  that  overflow. 

Shine  in  the  morning  sun. 
And  catch  the  evening  glow 

When  each  day's  work  is  done. 

And  if  there  mingle  there 
Some  drops  of  darker  hue, — 

What  colour  would  all  bear. 
If  all  were  but  thy  due  ? 
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474  Hymns    op 

These  cannot  now  obtain 
A  gleam  from  earthly  light ; 

But  look,  my  soul,  again, — 
Use  faith  instead  of  sight. — 

Are  they  not  sinful  tears 

Which  weep  for  humbled  pride  ? 
Or  even  the  hope  of  years — 

By  perfect  love  denied  ? 

What  God's  own  wisdom  planned, 
Is  it  not  right  and  meet  ? 

Shall  aught  come  from  his  hand, 
And  not  to  thee  seem  sweet? 

Ah  thankless  heart !  I  feel 

It  is  thy  unbeUef ! 
For  want  of  faith  can  steal 

The  very  joy  of  grief. 

0  Earth-perverted  taste ! 

Seek,  seek,  thy  joys  on  high  I 
Lest  my  soul  be  a  waste, 

With  a  river  flowing  by. 

For  what  if  from  thy  cup 
All  Earth-joys  dried  away  ? 

Can  God  not  fill  it  up? 

Think,  guilty  soul,  and  say  I 


THE   Church    Militant.         475 


J)  r  0 1)  i  b  e  n  r  e . 

Great  G-od,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows  ; 
That  mercy  crowns  it,  till  its  close. 

By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  G-od  ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 
We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet 

In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed. 
Thou  art  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

When  death  shaU  interrupt  these  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues ; 
Our  helper  God,  in  whom  we  trust. 
In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast 


476  H  T  M  N  8     OP 


sljall   praise    ^Tljee. 

Health  is  a  jewel  dropt  from  heaven, 

"Which  money  cannot  buy, 
The  Hght  of  hfe,  the  body's  peace 

And  pleasant  harmony. 
Lord,  who  hath  tuned  my  outward  maa 

To  such  a  lively  frame  ! 
Renew  my  heart,  in  holiness 

To  praise  thy  sacred  name. 

While  others  in  distresses  lie, 

Bound  in  affliction's  chains, 
I  walk  at  large,  secure  and  free 

From  sickness  and  from  pains : 
Their  life  is  death  ;  their  language  groans ; 

Their  meat  is  juice  of  galls ; 
Their  friends  but  strangers,  wealth  but  want; 

Their  houses  prison-walls. 

Their  earnest  cries  do  pierce  the  skies, 

And  shall  I  silent  be  ? 
Lord,  were  I  sick,  as  I  am  well. 

Thou  shouldst  have  heard  from  me : 
The  sick  have  no  more  cause  to  pray 

Than  I  to  praise  my  king  : 
Since  nature  teaches  them  to  groan, 

Let  grace  teach  me  to  sing. 


THE    Church    Militant.         477 

I  see  my  friends,  I  taste  my  meat, 

I'm  free  for  mine  employ ; 
But  when  I  do  enjoy  my  G-od, 

Then  I  myself  enjoy : 
Lord,  thou  dost  keep  me  on  my  feet. 

Direct  me  in  thy  ways, — 
0  crown  thy  gift  of  health  with  grace, 

And  turn  it  to  thy  praise. 


Ditjine    iHercB. 

Thy  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 

The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue  ; 
Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Hath  won  my  affections  and  bound  my  soul  fast. 

Without  thy  sweet  mercy,  I  could  not  hve  here, 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despah  : 
Bat  through  thy  free  goodness,  my  spirits  revive, 
And  he  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me  ahve. 

Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my  heart, 
Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart ; 
Dissolved  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the  ground. 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 

The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 

To  the  poor  and  the  needy,  who  knock  by  the  way ; 

Xo  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back. 

Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus's  sake. 


478  Hymns    of 

Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell ; 
Its  glories  I'll  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell : 
'Twas  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree, 
That  opened  the  channel  of  mercies  for  me. 

Great  Father  of  mercies  !  thy  goodness  I  own, 
And  the  cov'nant  of  love  in  thy  crucified  Son ; 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  witness  divine 
Seals  meroy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness  mine. 


In    0ickne06. 

Not  more  than  I  have  strength  to  bear, 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  will  lay  on  me ; 
Pain  shall  not  always  last ; 
Sweet  ease  is  coming  fast. 
On  my  sick  bed,  free  from  care. 
Present  Helper !  praise  I  thee ! 

When  me  the  wprld  so  much  distraught, 
Thy  hand  to  solitude  did  bring ; 
And  when  the  fight  I  fled. 
To  deeper  warfare  led  ; 
And  through  pain  my  heart  hath  taught 
A  new  and  patient  song  to  sing. 

And  shall  I  drain  this  cup  of  woe  ? 

Ah,  Lord  !  thou  knowest  flesh  is  weak  I 
Forgive  the  tears  that  start 
Prom  weary  eyes  and  heart  1 
Now  thy  tender  pity  shew. 
Give  the  patient  faith  I  seek. 


'^ 


THE    Church   Militant.         4Y9 

The  pain  which  racks  and  weakens  me, 
Drives  far  away  my  sleep's  soft  rest : 
The  long  dark  nights  may  hear 
My  groans  of  grief  and  fear. 
How  poor  I  find  man's  help  to  be  ! 

But  thou  canst  still  my  throbbing  breast ! 

Thy  will  may  choose  and  give  command, 
How  long  the  trial  hour  shall  last : 
And  though  on  this  dark  field 
My  whole  life-strength  should  yield, 
Passing  to  the  better  land, 

Still  my  heart  shall  hold  thee  fast ! 


^[)c    Sure   iTouubation 

In  every  trying  hour 

My  soul  to  Jesus  flies ; 
I  trust  in  his  almighty  power, 

When  swelling  billows  rise. 

His  comforts  bear  me  up ; 

I  trust  a  faithful  Grod  ; 
The  sure  foundation  of  my  hope 

Is  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

Loud  hallelujahs  sing. 

To  our  Redeemer's  name  ; 

In  joy  or  sorrow — life  or  death — 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 


480  Hymns    of 

tDl)en   3    ttlalk   in    iHarkness. 

GrOD  doth  not  leave  his  own : 
The  night  of  weeping  for  a  time  may  last, 

Then, .  tears  all  past, 
His  going  forth  shall  as  the  morning  shine, 
The  sunrise  of  his  favour  shall  be  thine. 

Grod  doth  not  leave  his  own. 

God  doth  not  leave  his  own. 
Though  few  and  evil  all  their  days  appear. 

Though  grief  and  fear 
Come  in  the  train  of  earth  and  hell's  dark  crowd, — 
The  trusting  heart  says  even  in  the  cloud  : 

Grod  doth  not  leave  his  own. 

Grod  doth  not  leave  his  own. 
This  sorrow  in  their  life  he  doth  permit — 

Yea,  chooseth  it, 
To  speed  his  children  on  their  heavenward  way. 
He  guides  the  winds. — Faith,  hope,  and  love  all  say, 

God  doth  not  Leave  his  own. 


ige   is    ^ble    to    EeeiJ 

My  God,  within  thy  hand 
My  helpless  soul  I  trust  I 

Thy  love  shall  ever  stand, 
Thy  promise  must. 


THE   Church   Militant.         481 

To  whom,  Lord,  should  I  go, 

To  be  upheld  and  blest  ? 
Thine  are  aU  souls  below, 

Mine  with  the  rest. 

Thou  gavest  it  to  me, 

And  wilt  call  home  above, 
To  hve  up  there  with  thee, 

Whom  here  I  love. 

It  is  besprinkled  o'er 

With  blood  of  thy  dear  Son ; 
By  this  made  clean,  no  more 

It  shuns  thy  throne. 

My  faith  doth  wave  its  wings 

Already  towards  the  skies, 
And  sealed  for  heavenly  things 

To  thee  would  rise. 

O  G-od,  thou  didst  set  free 

My  soul  from  sin's  distress, 
So  be  thou  near  to  me 

In  death,  to  bless. 

My  G-od,  within  thy  hand 

My  helpless  soul  I  trust ! 
Thy  love  shall  ever  stand — 

Thy  promise  must 
41 


482  Hymns    of 


He  that  is  down,  needs  fear  no  fall ; 

He  that  is  low,  no  pride  ; 
He  that  is  humble  ever  shall 

Have  God  to  be  his  guide. 
I  am  content  with  what  I  have. 

Little  be  it  or  much  : 
And,  Lord,  contentment  still  I  crave, 

Because  thou  savest  such. 
Fulness  to  such  a  burden  is 

That  go  on  pilgrimage  : 
Here  little,  and  hereafter  bhss, 

Is  best  from  age  to  age. 


%[[  fax   t\]C    Sest. 

My  soul  now  arise. 

My  passions  take  wing, 
Look  up  to  the  skies. 
And  cheerfully  sing ; 
Let  Grod  be  the  object. 
In  praises  addressed, 
And  this  be  my  subject, 
'Tis  all  for  the  best. 

Search  all  the  world  through, 
Examine  and  see — 

And  wliat  canst  thou  find 
More  suited  to  thee. 


THE    Church   Militant.         483 

Than  this  declaration, 

In  Scripture  expressed, 
That  Grod,  thy  salvation, 

Does  all  for  the  best  ? 

Though  here  day  by  day 
His  love  shall  see  good, 
Upon  thee  to  lay 
His  Fatherly  rod ; 
Yet  be  not  dejected, 

However  oppressed ; 
Though  sorely  afflicted, 
'Tis  all  for  the  best. 

The  beams  of  his  grace 

Are  passing  all  worth ; 
The  smiles  of  his  face 
Are  heaven  upon  earth ; 
When  to  me  he  shews  them 
What  joys  fill  my  breast ! 
And  when  he  withdraws  them, 
'Tis  all  for  the  best. 

When  conflicts  begin 

From  various  parts. 

And  Satan  throws  in 

His  fiery  darts. 

Though  often  fall  sorely 

My  soul  he  molests  ; 

Yet  this  I  know  surely, 

'Tis  all  for  the  best. 


484  Hymns    of 

On  creatures  below 

I'll  not  set  my  heart, 
For  surely  I  know 

We  shortly  must  part : 
For  though  when  God  gives  them 

His  name's  to  be  blest, 
Yet  when  he  removes  them 
'Tis  all  for  the  best. 

But  0  the  blest  day ! 

And  soon  'twill  arise. 
When  freed  from  my  clay 
I  shall  mount  to  the  skies ; 
Then  shall  I  recover 
My  heavenly  rest. 
And  there  sing  for  ever, 
'Twas  all  for  the  best. 

And  thus  through  the  whole 

I  meet  with  while  here, 
I'll  comfort  my  soul. 
And  silence  my  fear. 
In  hoping  and  praying 
Ere  long  to  be  blest ; 
In  thinking  and  saying, 
'Tis  all  for  the  best. 


THE   Chueoh   Militant.         485 


^c   (3oct\)    before    dnietn. 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care, 

Whether  I  die  or  Hve  ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 

And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad. 

That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 

To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 
Than  he  went  through  before  ; 

He  that  unto  Grod's  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  his  door. 

Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet. 

What  will  thy  glory  be. 

Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary  sinful  days. 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 

That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 

And  I  shall  be  with  him. 
41* 


486  Hymns    of 


igc   is   not   ^cvt:    ^z   i©    Eisen 

Hallelujah  !  Jesus  lives ! 
Life,  immortal  life,  he  gives. — 
Conquered  now  are  death  and  hell ! 
Jesus  pierced  them,  and  they  fell. 
Heaven  and  earth  the  conquest  tell  I 
Jesus  lives ! 

Hallelujah  !  See  his  tomb ! 
Victory-lights  prevent  the  gloom ! 
All  your  tears  they  shine  away. 
Poor  mourners  for  the  dead  today ; 
Look  in  here  where  Jesus  lay, — 
Jesus  lives ! 

Hallelujah  !  Seek  no  more 
The  G-one-to-life,  at  death's  low  door : 
Now  believe  the  joyful  word 
From  the  herald-angels  heard, — 
Heaven  and  earth  the  tidings  stirred ! — 
Jesus  lives ! 

Hallelujah  !  then  wUl  I 
Dread  no  more  in  death  to  lie; 
By  his  death  my  foes  are  slain, 
From  his  grave  I  rise  again  ; 
Enough  for  me  what  faith  makes  plain, 
Jesus  lives  I 

Hallelujah  !  he  to  me 

Life  in  death  \vill  surely  be. 


THE    CiiiDRCH    Militant.         487 

Joyfully  I  meet  death  here, 
Christ,  my  life,  shall  soon  appear,— 
Paith  looks  up  and  sees  him  near ! 
Jesus  lives  I 


QL[)c    Qlits    of   U  efuge. 

Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain; 

The  wounds  of  Jesus  for  my  sin, 
Bcffore  the  world's  foundation  slain ; 

Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay. 

When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

Father,  thine  everlasting  grace 
Our  scanty  thought  surpasses  far  : 

Thy  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness ; 
Thine  arms  of  love  still  open  are, 

Retarninp:  sinners  to  receive, 

Tliat  mercy  they  may  taste  and  live, 

(')  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss ! 

My  sins  are  swallowed  up  in  thee ; 
Covered  is  my  unrighteousness, 

No  spot  of  guilt  remains  in  me ; 
While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy,  cries. 

By  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea ; 

Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
Hither,  \vhen  hell  assails,  I  flee, 

Ar.d  look  unto  my  Saviour's  breast ; 


488  Hymns    of 

Away,  sad  doubt  and  anxious  fear  I 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  here. 

Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 

Though  strength,  and  health,  and  friends  be  gone ; 

Tliongh  joys  be  withered  all,  and  dead, 
And  every  comfort  be  withdrawn ; 

On  this  my  steadfast  soul  relies, — 

Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 

Fixed  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 
Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flesh  decay ; 

This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away ; 

Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 

Loved  with  an  everlasting:  love. 


Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  1 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end. 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

0  when,  thou  city  of  ray  Grod, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend  ? 
Where  congi-egations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 


THE    Church    Militant.         489 

There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 

Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  stm  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shaU  see. 


Bkethrex,  while  we  sojourn  here. 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end : 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home." 


490  Hymns   op 

In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 

Lie  to  take  us  unawares  ; 

Satan  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart : 

But  from  Satan's  maUce  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be ; 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home." 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet. 

None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 

None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within  : 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  shall  also  conquer  these ; 

Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls.  Come  home." 


®r2  iiXe,  anb  HnotD  XiXg  tXlags. 

0  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  Hght, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee  j 
0  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross ; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross ; 
Hallow  each  thouglit ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 


THE    Church    Militant.        491 

If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  hght,  be  thou  my  way : 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

"When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, — 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  wo, — 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart. 
And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see. 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee  ; 
0  let  thy  hand  support  me  still. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way. 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  d  ay ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease. 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 


0  til  at  3  were  as  in  iHontns  past. 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood, 

AppUed  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God, 

Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 

And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 


492  Hymns    of 

In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 
The  world  no  more  could  charm ; 

I  lived  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  leaned  upon  his  arm. 

In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 

I  called  each  promise  mine. 

Then  to  his  saints  I  often  spoke 
Of  what  his  love  had  done ; 

But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke, 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 

Now  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 

And  when  the  morn  the  hght  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

My  prayers  are  now  a  chattering  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face  ; 
I  read,  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 

But  wilt  not  reach  my  case. 

Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  his  prey ; 

Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail : 
O  come  without  delay. 


THE    Church    Militant.         493 


PooRE  heart,  lament 
For  since  thy  Grod  refuseth  still, 
There  is  some  rub,  some  discontent, 

Which  cools  his  will. 

Thy  Father  could 
Quickly  effect,  what  thou  dost  move ; 
For  he  is  Power :  and  sure  he  would  ; 

For  he  is  Love. 

Go  search  this  thing, 
Tumble  thy  breast,  and  turn  thy  book : 
If  thou  hadst  lost  a  glove  or  ring, 

Wouldst  not  thou  look  ? 

What  do  I  see 
Written  above  there  ?   Yesterday 
I  did  behave  me  carelessly ^ 

When  I  did  pray. 

And  should  Grod's  care 
To  such  indifferents  chained  be, 
Who  do  not  their  own  motions  hears  ? 

Is  Grod  lesse  free  ? 

But  stay !  what's  there  ? 
Late  when  I  would  have  something  donCf 
I  had  a  motion  to  forbear, 

Yet  I  wint  on. 


494  Hymns    of 

And  should  Grod's  eare, 
Which  needs  not  man,  be  tyed  to  those 
Who  heare  not  him,  but  quickly  heare 

His  utter  foes  ? 

Then  once  more  pray : 
Down  with  thy  knees,  up  with  thy  voice : 
Seek  pardon  first,  and  Grod  will  say, 

Glad  heart  rejoyce. 


^\)c    Itlitljereb   ^an^i. 

Lord,  can  a  soul  hke  mine, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 
Dare  venture  near  a  throne  of  grace, 

With  such  a  load  of  sin  ? 

When  I  attempt  to  pray, 

And  lisp  thy  holy  name, 
My  thoughts  are  hurried  soon  away, 

I  know  not  where  I  am. 

When  in  thy  word  I  look, 
Such  darkness  fills  my  mind, 

I  only  read  a  sealed  book, 
And  no  relief  I  find. 

Myself  can  hardly  bear 

This  wretched  heart  of  mine ; 

How  hateful,  then,  must  it  appear 
To  those  pure  eyes  of  thine. 
40 


THE    Church   Militant.  495 

Low  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

Oh  pity  and  forgive  ; 
Here  will  I  lie  and  wait  till  thou 

Shalt  bid  me  rise  and  live. 


to  e  a  r  B- 

I  AM  weary  of  straying !  0  fain  would  I  rest 
In  that  far  distant  land  of  the  pure  and  the  blest ! 
Where  sin  can  no  longer  its  blandishments  spread, 
And  tears  and  temptations  for  ever  have  fled. 

I  am  weary  of  hoping — where  hope  is  untrue, — 
As  fair,  but  as  fleeting,  as  morning's  bright  dew. 
I  long  for  that  land  whose  blest  promise  alone, 
Is  changeless  and  sure  as  eternity's  throne. 

I  am  weary  of  sighing  o'er  sorrows  of  earth, — 
O'er  joy's  glowing  visions,  that  fade  at  their  birth. 
O'er  the  pangs  of  the  loved,  that  we  cannot  assuage ; 
O'er  the  blightings  of  youth,  and  the  weakness  of  age. 

I  am  weary  of  loving  what  passes  away, — 

The  sweetest,  the  dearest,  alas  may  not  stay. 

I  long  for  that  land  where  these  partings  are  o'er. 

And  death  and  the  tomb  can  divide  hearts  no  more. 

I  am  weary,  my  Saviour,  of  grieving  thy  love, — 
Oh  when  shall  I  rest  in  thy  presence  above ! 
I  am  weary — but  oh,  let  me  never  repine, 
While  thy  word,  and  thy  love,  and  thy  promise  are 
mine! 


496  Hymns    of 


Jmpatience. 

Why  thus  impatient  to  be  gone  ? 

Such  wishes  breathe  no  more ; 
Let  him  who  locked  thy  Spirit  in, 

When  meet,  unbolt  the  door. 

Why  wouldst  thou  snatch  the  victor's  palm, 

Before  the  conquest's  won  ? 
Or  wish  to  seize  th'  immortal  prize, 

Ere  yet  the  race  is  run  ? 

Inglorious  wish,  to  haste  away, 

And  leave  thy  work  undone ! 
To  serve  the  Lord  will  please  no  less 

Than  praising  round  the  throne. 

While  thou  art  standing  in  the  field, 

For  bliss  thou'lt  riper  grow ; 
Then  wait  the  Lord's  appointed  time, 

Till  he  shall  bid  thee  go. 


perfect   J)ea  ce. 

Prince  of  Peace,  control  my  will ; 
Bid  this  struggling  heart  be  still ; 
Bid  my  fears  and  doubtings  cease, — 
Hush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

Thou  hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 
Opened  wide  the  gate  to  God  ; 


THE    Church    Militant.         49Y 

Peace  I  ask — ^but  peace  must  be, 
Lord,  in  being  one  with  thee. 

May  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ; 
May  thy  will  and  mine  be  one  : 
Chase  these  doubtings  from  my  heart; 
Now  thy  perfect  peace  impart. 

Saviour !  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Thou,  my  life,  my  Grod,  my  all ! 
Let  thy  happy  servant  be 
One  forever  more  with  thee  ! 


0  FOR  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love, 
To  waft  my  soul  away, 

To  that  celestial  place  above, 
Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 
Come,  my  Saviour,  0  my  Saviour, 
Come  and  bless  thy  people  now, 
While  at  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow, 
0  come  and  save  us  now ; 

Then  we  will  sing  our  sufferings  o'er, 

And  praise  thee  evermore. 

Eternal  Spirit,  deign  to  be 

Our  pilot  here  below, 
To  steer  through  life's  tempestuous  sea, 

Where  stormy  winds  do  blow. 
42^ 


498  Hymns    of 

From  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand, 
From  quicksands  of  despair — 

0  guide  us  safe  to  Canaan's  land, 
Through  every  latent  snare. 

Anchor  us  in  that  port  above, 
On  that  celestial  shore, 

Where  dashing  billows  never  move, 
Where  tempests  never  roar. 


iTo  1 1 0  ttj  i  n  g . 

As  Grod  leads  me,  will  I  go, 

Nor  choose  my  way. 
Let  him  choose  the  joy  or  woe 
Of  every  day : 
They  cannot  hurt  my  soul, 
Because  in  his  control : 
I  leave  to  him  the  whole, — 
His  children  may. 

As  G-od  leads  me,  I  am  still 

Within  his  hand : 
Though  his  purpose  my  self-will 
Doth  oft  withstand. 
Yet  I  wish  that  none 
But  his  will  be  done. 
Till  the  end  be  won 
That  he  hath  planned. 


THE   Church    Militant.         499 

As  G-od  leads,  I  am  content ; 

He  will  take  care ! 
All  things  by  his  will  are  sent 
That  I  must  bear. 
To  him  I  take  my  fear, 
My  wishes  while  I'm  here, — 
The  way  will  all  seem  clear, 
When  I  am  there  1 

As  God  leads  me,  it  is  mine 

To  follow  him ; 
Soon  all  shall  wonderfully  shine, 
Which  now  seems  dim. 
Fulfilled  be  his  decree  1 
What  he  shall  choose  for  me. 
That  shall  my  portion  be, 
Up  to  the  brim ! 

As  God  leads  me,  so  my  heart 

In  faith  shall  rest. 
No  grief  nor  fear  my  soul  shall  part 
From  Jesus'  breast. 
In  sweet  belief  I  know, 
What  way  my  life  doth  go — 
Since  God  permitteth  so — 
That  must  be  best. 


O  HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  th(i  Saviour  obey. 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ; 


600  Hymns   op 

Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favour  divine 
I  received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 

When  my  heart  first  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received, — 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus' s  name ! 

'Twas  a  heaven  below 

My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  : 

0  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ; 
He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  suffered  and  died 

To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 

On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

I  was  carried  above 
All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain ; 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 


THE    Church    Militant.        501 


Sljeg    sljaU   Not   ©oerflotD 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation, 
While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 

Jesus  whispers  consolation, 

And  supports  my  fainting  soul ; 

Sweet  affliction 
That  brings  Jesus  to  my  souL 

Thus  the  Hon  yields  me  honey, 

From  the  eater  food  is  given ; 
Strengthened  thus  I  stiU  press  forward, 

Singing  as  I  wade  to  heaven. 
Sweet  affliction, 

And  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

'Mid  the  gloom  the  vivid  Hghtnings 
"With  increasing  brightness  play  : 

'Mid  the  thorn -brake  sweetest  flowe'ets 
Look  more  beautiful  and  gay  : 

Sweet  affliction, 
That  brings  Jesus  to  my  souL 

So,  in  darkest  dispensations, 

Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear. 
With  his  richest  consolations, 

To  reanimate  and  cheer  : 
Sweet  affliction, 

Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 


502  H  r  M  N  s    OF 

Floods  of  tribulation  heighten, 

Billows  still  around  me  roar, 
Those  who  know  not  Christ, — they  frighten ; 

But  my  soul  defies  their  power  : 
Sweet  affliction, 

Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 

In  the  sacred  page  recorded, 
Thus  his  word  securely  stands, 

"  Fear  not,  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee. 

Nought  shall  pluck  thee  from  my  hands : 

Sweet  affliction. 
Every  word  my  love  demands. 

All  I  meet,  I  find  assists  me 

In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy. 
Where,  tho'  trials  now  attend  me, 

Trials  never  more  annoy  : 
Sweet  affliction, 

Every  promise  gives  me  joy. 

"Wearing  there  a  weight  of  glory, 

Still  the  path  I'll  ne'er  forget. 
But  exulting,  cry,  it  led  me 

To  my  blessed  Saviour's  seat : 
Sweet  affliction, 

Which  hath  brought  me  to  his  feet. 


THE    Church    Militant.         50.'^ 


Eiotrs    Qri)ilirren   Eefoicing 

King  Jesus,  reign  for  evermore, 
Unrivalled  in  the  courts  above ; 

While  we,  with  all  thy  saints,  adore 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love. 

No  other  Lord  but  thee  we'll  know, 
No  other  power  but  thine  confess ; 

We'll  spread  thine  honours  while  below. 
And  heaven  shall  hear  us  shout  thy  grace. 

We'll  sing  along  the  heavenly  road 
That  leads  us  to  our  blest  abode ; 
Till  with  the  vast  unnumbered  throng, 
On  Zion's  hill  we  join  our  song. 

Then  with  pure  hearts  and  voices  sweet, 
We'll  cast  our  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
And  sing  of  everlasting  love. 
In  everlasting:  strains  above. 


211)0    ^eatjenlg    pattern. 

Appointed  by  thee,  we  meet  in  thy  name, 
And  meekly  agree  to  follow  the  Lamb ; 
To  trace  thy  example,  the  world  to  disdain. 
And  constantly  trample  on  pleasure  and  pain. 
40 


504  Hymns    of 

0  what  shall  we  do  our  Saviour  to  love  ? 
To  make  us  anew,  come,  Lord,  from  above ; 
The  fruit  of  thy  passion,  thy  holiness  give ; 
Grive  us  the  salvation  of  all  that  believe. 

0  Jesus !  appear ;  no  longer  delay, 
To  sanctify  here,  and  bear  us  away ; 
The  end  of  our  meeting  on  earth  let  us  see- 
Triumphantly  sitting  in  glory  with  thee. 


eight   in    tUarkness 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings ; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises, 

With  healing  on  his  wings : 
Where  comforts  are  decUning, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

In  holy  contemplation. 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  G-od's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
E'en  let  the  unknown  tomorrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  mav. 


THE    Church   Militant.         505 

It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  through; — 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  too : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 

Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear. 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice ; 
For  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


XII2    crnlg    i^appiness. 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 

There's  nothing  like  my  God. 
43 


506  Hymns    of 

In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

And  whilst  upon  my  restless  bed 
Amongst  the  shades  I  roll, 

If  my  Redeemer  shows  liis  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  soul. 

To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 
And  health  and  safe  abode  : 

Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  Grod. 

How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth. 
If  once  compared  with  thee  I 

Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health. 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth. 
And  called  the  stars  my  own  : 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore. 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 


THE  Church   Militant.         507 


(Eentptation. 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call, 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small 

0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 
And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
Control  the  waves,  say,  "  Peace,  be  still  1" 

Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 
My  soul  stUl  hangs  her  hopes  on  thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care. 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

Though  tempest-tossed,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek ; 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 


508  Hymns    op 


SC  I)  e  W    licet. 

Weep  not  for  a  brother  deceased  ; 

Our  loss  is  liis  infinite  gain  ; 
A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain  ; 
With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his  spirit  above, 
Escaped  to  the  mansions  of  light, 

And  lodged  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gained, 

Outflyiug  the  tempest  and  wind ; 
His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtained, 

And  left  his  companions  behind  : 
Still  tossed  on  a  sea  of  distress, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore, 
Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 

And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

There  all  the  ship's  company  meet. 

Who  sailed  with  the  Saviour  beneath ; 
With  shouting  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  sorrow  and  death  : 
The  voyage  of  life 's  at  an  end ; 

The  mortal  affliction  is  past : 
The  age  that  in  heaven  they  spend, 

Forever  and  ever  shall  last. 


THE   Church   Militant.         509 


iU  B    ^caxt   is    fixch. 

I'll  not  leave  Jesus — never,  never ! 

Ah  what  can  more  precious  be  ? 
Rest  and  joy  and  light  are  ever 

In  his  hand  to  give  to  me. 
All  things  that  can  satisfy, 
Having  Jesus,  those  have  I. 

Love  has  bound  me  fast  unto  him, 

I  am  his  and  he  is  mine  ; 
Daily  I  for  pardon  sue  him, 

Ausvfers  he  with  peace  divine. 
On  that  Eock  my  trust  is  laid. 
And  I  rest  beneath  its  shade. 

Without  Jesus,  earth  would  weary. 
Seem  almost  hke  hell  to  be ; 

But  if  Jesus  I  see  near  me. 
Earth  is  almost  heaven  to  me. 

Am  I  hungry  ?  he  doth  give 

Bread  on  which  my  soul  can  live. 

Spent  with  him,  one  little  hour 
Giveth  a  year's  worth  of  gain  ; 

Grace  and  peace  put  forth  their  power, 
Joy  doth  whoUy  banish  pain ; 

One  faith-glance  that  findeth  him, 

Maketh  earthly  crowns  look  dim. 

O  now  Ught  upon  my  shoulder 

Lies  my  cross,  now  grown  so  small ! 

For  the  Lord  is  my  upholder, 
Fits  it  to  me,  softens  all  ; 
43* 


510  Hymns    of 

Neither  shall  it  always  stay, — 
Patience,  it  will  pass  away. 

Now  he  leads  me  wonderfully, 

Right  and  left,  through  sun  and  rain ; 

Yet  I  know,  and  trust  him  truly, 
It  is  always  for  my  gain. 

Yes,  his  wonder-road  indeed. 

Always  heavenward  doth  lead. 

Those  who  fiithfally  go  forward, 
In  his  changeless  care  shall  go ; 

Nothing's  doubtful  or  untoward 
To  the  flock  who  Jesus  know. 

Jesus  always  is  the  same  ; 

True  and  faithful  is  his  name. 

Blinded  world  !  if  ye  admire 
Earthly  trifles,  ye  are  free  I 

Out  of  Jesus  my  desire 
Never  shall  contented  be : 

I  have  sworn  it  in  my  heart, 

I  from  Jesus  will  not  part. 


iin  0  r  n  i  n  g    ij  g  tn  n . 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone ; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come ; 
Lord,  may  we  be  tliine  today, 
Drive  the  shades  of  night  away. 


THE    Church    Militant.         611 

Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  our  sight ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  today, 
Help  us  labour,  help  us  pray. 

Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound, 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around ; 
Going  out,  and  coming  in, 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

When  our  work  of  Ufe  is  past, 
0  receive  us  then  at  last ! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more. 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 


^[)cix    ill0rks   bo   follotD   QL\]cm 

Servant  of  God,  well  done ! 

Eest  from  thy  loved  employ  1 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 

The  voice  at  midnight  came. 

He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 

He  fell, — but  felt  no  fear. 

Tranquil  amidst  alarms. 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms. 

Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 


612  Hymns   of 

His  sword  was  in  his  hand, 
Still  warm  with  recent  fight, 

Eeady  that  moment,  at  command, 
Through  rock  and  steel  to  smite. 

It  was  a  two-edged  blade, 

Of  heavenly  temper,  keen ; 
And  double  were  the  wounds  it  made, 

Where'er  iL  glanced  between. 

'Twas  death  to  sin, — 'twas  life 
To  all  who  mourned  for  sin ; 

It  kindled  and  it  silenced  strife, 
Made  war  and  peace  within. 

Oft  with  its  fiery  force 

His  arm  had  quelled  the  foe. 

And  laid,  resistless  in  his  course, 
The  ahen  armies  low. 

Bent  on  such  glorious  toils. 

The  world  to  him  was  loss. 
Yet  all  his  trophies,  all  his  spoils, 

He  hung  upon  the  Cross. 

At  midnight  came  the  cry, 
"  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  1" 

He  woke, — and  caught  his  Captain's  eye  ; 
Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, — 

His  spirit,  with  a  bound. 

Left  its  encumbering  clay  ; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 

A  darkened  ruin  lay. 


THE   Church   Militant.  513 

The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labour  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And  hfe's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 

His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 

Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven  thy  dwelling-place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove : 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abo».-e, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


514  Hymns    of 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn : 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  your  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanored  for  heaven. 


3  n  D  i  t  a  t  i  o  n . 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 

He  is  able. 
He  is  wilhng.     Doubt  no  more ! 

Now  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 

True  behef  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, — 

Without  money. 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth. 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

Tliis  he  gives  you, — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  risiu"  beam  I 


THE    Church    Militant.         516 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ! 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all. 
Not  the  righteous. 

Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
It  is  finished  : 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

Lo !  the  incarnate  G-od,  ascended. 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 
Venture  on  him — venture  wholly : 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 
None  but  Jesus 

Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 
Hallelujah  ! 

Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


516  Hymns   of 


emctnber   not   ©ur    ODffeuces 

Stat,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite ; 

Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

Though  I  have  steeled  my  stubborn  heart, 
And  shaken  off  my  guilty  fears ; 

And  vexed,  and  urged  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years. 

Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved  •. 

Yet,  0  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

This  only  woe  I  deprecate  ; 

This  only  plague  I  pray  remove  ; 
Nor  leave  me  in  my  lost  estate. 

Nor  curse  me  with  this  want  of  love. 

If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive. 
E'en  now,  0  Lord,  relieve  my  woes ; 

Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 

And  bless  me  witli  the  calm  repose 


THE    Church    Militant.         51  Y 

E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 

And  raise  me  Tvith  thy  gracious  hand ; 

Gruide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


aionfi'bentc. 

Yes  !  since  G-od  himself  hath  said  it, 

On  the  promise  I'll  rely ; 
His  good  word  demands  my  credit. 

What  can  unbelief  reply  ? 
He  is  strong,  and  can  fulfil ; 
He  is  truth  and  therefore  miU. 

As  to  all  the  doubts  and  questions 
Which  my  spirit  often  grieve. 

These  are  Satan's  sly  suggestions, 
And  I  need  no  answer  give ; 

He  would  fain  destroy  my  hope, 

But  the  promise  bears  it  up. 

Sure  the  Lord  thus  far  has  brought  me 
By  his  watchful  tender  care  ; 

Sure  'tis  he  himself  has  taught  me 
How  to  seek  his  face  by  prayer  ; 

After  so  much  mercy  past, 

Will  he  give  me  up  at  last  ? 

True,  Pve  been  a  foolish  creature. 
And  have  sinned  against  his  grace ; 

But  forgiveness  is  his  nature, 
Though  he  justly  hides  lii.-  face  ; 
44 


518  Hymns    op 

Ere  he  called  me,  well  he  knew 
What  a  heart  hke  mine  would  do. 

In  my  Saviour's  intercession 
Therefore  I  will  still  confide ; 

Lord,  accept  my  free  confession, 
I  have  sinned,  but  thou  hast  died 

This  is  all  I'have  to  plead, 

This  is  all  the  plea  I  need. 


1 02  in   t[)c   ^0lij    ©liost 

GrLORY  to  God  the  Father  be, 

Grlory  to  Grod  the  Son, 
Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Glory  to  God  alone. 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  , 

I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy 
Who  have  a  feast  at  home ; 

My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs, 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

Down  from  on  high  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast ; 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love; 

This  is  my  heavenly  feast 


THE    Church    Militant.        519 

This  makes  me,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

With  confidence  of  soul ; 
It  makes  me  cry,  my  Lord,  my  God, 

And  that  without  control. 

There  is  a  stream  which  issues  forth 

From  God's  eternal  throne, 
And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  stream, 

Clear  as  the  crystal  stone. 

The  stream  doth  water  Paradise, 

It  makes  the  angels  sing, 
One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart ; 

Hence  all  my  joys  do  spring. 

Such  joys  as  are  unspeakable, 

And  full  of  glory  too  ; 
Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls. 

As  wordlino's  do  not  know. 

Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard. 

From  fancy  'tis  concealed, 
What  thou,  Lord,  hast  laid  up  for  thine. 

And  hast  to  me  revealed. 

I  see  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 

I  taste  thy  sweetest  love  ; 
My  soul  doth  leap ;  but  oh  !  for  wings. 

The  wings  of  Noah's  dove ! 

Then  should  I  flee  far  hence  away, 

Leaving  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Then  should  my  Lord  put  forth  his  hand, 

And  kindly  take  me  in. 


520  Hymns    of 

Then  should  my  soul  with  angels  feast, 
On  joys  that  always  last : 

Blessed  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joy, 
Who  gives  me  here  a  taste. 


iUg  ^elp  (Hotnetl)  from  tl)e  £orb. 

To  the  hills  I  hft  mine  eyes, 

The  everlasting  hills ; 
Streaming  thence  in  fresh  supplies, 

My  soul  the  Spirit  feels : 
Will  he  not  his  help  afford  ? 

Help,  while  yet  I  ask  is  given  : 
God  comes  down ;  the  God  and  Lord 

Who  made  both  earth  and  heaven. 

Faithful  soul,  pray  always ;  pray, 

And  still  in  God  confide  ; 
He  thy  feeble  steps  shall  stay, 

Nor  suffer  thee  to  shde. 
Lean  on  tliy  Redeemer's  breast ; 

He  thy  quiet  spirit  keeps  ; 
Rest  in  him,  securely  rest ; 

Thy  watchman  never  sleeps. 

Neither  sin,  nor  earth,  nor  hell, 

Thy  Keeper  can  surprise ; 
Careless  slumbers  cannot  steal 

On  his  all-seeing  eyes ; 


THE   Church   Militant.         521 

He  is  Israel's  sure  defence ; 

Israel  all  bis  care  shall  prove ; 
Kept  by  watchful  Providence, 

And  ever-waking  Love. 

See  the  Lord,  thy  Keeper,  stand 

Omnipotently  near  : 
Lo  !  he  holds  thee  by  thy  hand, 

And  banishes  thy  fear ; 
Shadows  with  his  wings  thy  head  ; 

Guards  from  all  impending  harms ; 
Round  thee  and  beneath  are  spread 

The  everlasting  arms. 

Christ  shall  bless  thy  going  out, 

Shall  bless  thy  coming  in ; 
Kindly  compass  thee  about, 

Till  thou  art  saved  from  sin ; 
Like  thy  spotless  Master,  thou. 

Filled  with  wisdom,  love,  and  power  ; 
Holy,  pure,  and  perfect  now, 

Henceforth,  and  evermore. 


tOliat    toait   I    for. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand, — 
0  God,  I  wish  them  there ; 

My  life,  my  soul,  my  friends,  I  leave 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 
44=^ 


522  Hym^ib    of 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Wliatever  they  may  be, 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 

As  best  1  jay  seem  to  thee. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 
Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear? 

My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand 

Jesus  the  crucified ; 
The  hand  our  many  sins  have  pierced. 

Is  now  my  guard  and  guide. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand, — 

I'll  always  trust  in  thee  ; 
TiU  I  have  left  this  weary  land. 

And  all  thy  glory  see. 


toe    tDOulir    6ee    Sesns. 

'  We  would  see  Jesus" — ^for  the  shadows  lengthen 
Across  this  little  landscape  of  our  hfe  : 

We  would  see  Jesus,  our  weak  faith  to  strengthen 
For  the  last  weariness — the  final  strife. 

We  would  see  Jesus — for  life's  hand  hath  rested 
With  its  dark  touch  upon  both  heart  and  brow ; 

And  thougli  our  souls  have  many  a  billow  breasted, 
Others  are  risinof  in  the  distance  now. 


THE    Church    InIiliiant.         523 

We  would  see  Jesus, — the  great  rock  foundation, 
Whereon  our  leet  were  set  by  sovereign  grace: 

Xot  life  nor  death,  with  all  their  agitation, 
Can  thence  remove  us  if  we  see  his  face. 

We  would  see  Jesus ! — other  lights  are  pahng 
Which  for  long  years  we  have  rejoiced  to  see : 

The  bles?ings  of  our  pilgrimage  are  failing — 
We  would  not  mourn  them,  for  we  go  to  thee ! 

We  would  see  Jesus. — ^Yet  the  spirit  lingers 
Round  the  dear  objects  it  has  loved  so  long. 

And  earth  from  earth  can  scarce  unclose  its  fingers, — 
Our  love  to  thee  makes  hot  this  love  less  strong. 

We  would  see  Jesus. — Sense  is  all  too  blinding, 
And  heaven  appears  too  dim — too  far  away. 

We  would  see  thee,  to  gain  a  sweet  reminding 
That  thou  hast  promised  our  great  debt  to  pay. 

We  would  see  Jesus !  this  is  all  we're  needing, — 
Strength,  joy,  and  willingness  come  with  the  sight, 

We  would  see  Jesus — dying,  risen,  pleading ; — 
Then  welcome  day  !  and  farewell  mortal  night ! 


3    inait  for   tlie   £orb 

Oh  Jesus,  leave  not  me. 

Though  full  of  sin  I  be — 

Love,  love  me  yet ! 


524  Hymns    of 

Oh  take  me  to  thy  breast, 
For  there  I'll  find  true  rest, 
And  with  thy  love  possessed 
All  else  forget. 

When  I'm  with  thee  above, 
I'll  thank  thee  for  the  love 

That  sends  this  pain  ; 
Though  dark  my  way  appear, 
And  washed  with  many  a  tear, 
The  prospect  yet  will  clear, 

When  heaven  I  gain. 

Oh  guide  me,  Saviour,  now  ' 
Submissive  may  I  bow 

Unto  thy  will ; 
If  trials  be  my  lot — 
My  home  a  far-off  spot — 
Then,   Saviour,  leave  me  not  1 

Be  near  me  still ! 


tt)I)2    art    Qii)on   Olast   UomnV 

Be  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares ; 
They  cast  dishonour  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want,  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 


THE   Chujich   Militant.         525 

When  first  before  his  mercy-seat 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit, 
He  gave  thee  warrant,  from  that  horn', 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  passed, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

Like  David,  thou  may'st  comfort  draw, 
Saved  from  the  bear  and  hon's  paw ; 
Goliah's  rage  I  may  defy, 
For  God,  my  Saviour,  still  is  nigh. 

He  who  has  helped  me  hitherto. 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  Eben-ezers  to  his  praise. 

Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  Grod ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small. 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 


tt)l)B  ilakt  fe  (Jliougljt  for  tl)e  Hest? 

But  that  thou  art  my  wisdome,  Lord, 
And  both  mine  eyes  are  thine. 

My  minde  would  be  extreamly  stirred 
For  missing  my  design. 


526  Hymns    of 

Were  it  not  better  to  bestow 
Some  place  and  power  on  me  ? 

Then  should  thy  praises  with  me  grow, 
And  share  in  my  degree. 

But  when  I  thus  dispute  and  grieve, 

I  do  resume  my  sight. 
And  pilfring  what  I  once  did  give, 

Disseize  thee  of  thy  right. 

How  know  I,  if  thou  shouldst  me  raise, 
That  I  should  then  raise  thee  ? 

Perhaps  great  places  and  thy  praise 
Do  not  so  well  agree. 

Wherefore  unto  my  gift  I  stand ; 

I  will  no  more  advise  : 
Only  do  thou  lend  me  a  hand, 

Since  thou  hast  both  mine  eyes. 


fcax   Not,    £ittle   irlork. 

"  Poor  and  afflicted,"  Lord,  are  thine ; 
Among  the  great  unfit  to  shine ; 
But  though  the  world  may  think  it  strange, 
They  would  not  with  the  world  exchange. 

"  Poor  and  afflicted."     Yes  they  are  ; 
They're  not  exempt  from  grief  and  care; 
But  he  who  saved  them  by  his  blood, 
Makes  every  sorrow  yield  them  good. 


THE    Church    Militant.         527 

"  Poor  and  afflicted."     'Tis  their  lot ; 
They  know  it,  and  they  murmur  not ; 
'Twould  ill  become  them  to  refuse, 
The  state  their  Master  deigned  to  choose. 

"  Poor  and  afflicted,"  yet  they  sing, 

For  Jesus  is  their  oflorious  King: : 

"  Through  safferinsrs  perfect,"  now  he  reigns : 

And  shares  in  all  their  griefs  and  pains. 

"  Poor  and  afflicted."     But  e'er  long, 
They'll  join  the  bright  celestial  throng ; 
Their  sufferings  then  will  reach  a  close. 
And  heaven  afford  them  sweet  repose. 

And  while  they  walk  the  thorny  way, 
They're  often  heard  to  sigh  and  say ; 
"  Dear  Saviour,  come,  0  quickly  come  ! 
And  take  thy  mourning  pUgrims  home." 


foretaste   of  Q:u bless    Bliss. 

Mt  God,  I  am  thine  ;  what  a  comfort  divine, 
What  a  blessing,  to  know  that  my  Jesus  is  mine ! 
In  the  heavenly  Lamb,  thrice  happy  I  am  ; 
And  my  heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  sound  of  his  name. 

True  pleasures  abound  in  the  rapturous  sound, 
And  whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradise  found ; 
My  Redeemer  to  know,  to  feel  his  blood  flow. 
This  is  life  everlastincj — 'tis  heaven  below. 


628  Hymns    of 

Yet  onward  I  haste  to  the  heavenly  feast ; 
That  indeed  is  the  fulness,  but  this  is  the  taste 
And  this  I  shall  prove,  till  with  joy  I  remove 
To  the  heaven  of  heavens  in  Jesus's  love. 


(3oh   Ciuetl)    €tjer. 

God  hveth  ever  1 
Wherefore,  soul,  despair  thou  never  1 
Our  God  is  good,  in  every  place 

His  love  is  known,  his  help  is  found  ; 
His  mighty  arm,  and  tender  grace, 

Bring  good  from  ills  that  hem  us  round. 
Easier  than  we  think  can  he 
Turn  to  joy  our  agony. 
Soul,  remember  'mid  thy  pains, 
God  o'er  all  for  ever  reigns. 

God  liveth  ever  1 
Wherefore,  soul,  despair  thou  never  1 
Say,  shall  he  slumber,  shall  he  sleep. 

Who  gave  the  eye  its  power  to  see  ? 
Shall  he  not  hear  his  children  weep, 
Who  made  the  ear  so  wondrously  ? 
God  is  God  ;  he  sees  and  hears 
All  their  troubles,  all  their  tears. 
Soul,  forget  not  'mid  thy  pains, 
God  o'er  all  for  ever  reigns. 


THE    Church    Militant.         529 

Grod  livetli  ever ! 
Wherefore,  soul,  despair  thou  never ! 
He  "who  can  earth  and  heaven  control, 

Who  spreads  the  clouds  o'er  sea  and  land, 
Whose  presence  fills  the  mighty  whole, 
In  each  true  heart  is  close  at  hand. 
Love  him,  he  will  surely  send 
Help  and  joy  that  never  end. 
Soul,  remember  in  thy  pains, 
God  o'er  all  for  ever  reigns. 

Grod  liveth  ever ! 
Wherefore,  soul,  despair  thou  never  ! 
Scarce  canst  thou  bear  thy  cross  ?     Then  fly 

To  him  where  only  rest  is  sweet ; 
Thy  God  is  great,  his  mercy  nigh. 

His  strength  upholds  the  tottering  feet. 
Trust  him,  for  his  grace  is  sure. 
Ever  doth  his  truth  endure. 
Soul,  forget  not  in  thy  pains, 
God  o'er  all  for  ever  reigns. 

God  liveth  ever ! 
0  my  soul,  despair  thou  never  ! 
When  sins  and  follies  long  forgot 

Upon  thy  tortured  conscience  prey, 
O  come  to  Gt)d,  and  fear  him  not, 
His  love  shall  sweep  them  all  away. 
Pains  of  hell  at  look  of  his. 
Change  to  calm  content  and  bliss. 
Soul,  forget  not  in  thy  pain, 
God  o'er  all  doth  ever  reign. 
45 


530  Hymns    of 

God  liveth  ever ! 
Wherefore,  soul,  despair  thou  never ! 
Those  whom  the  thoughtless  world  forsakes, 

Who  stand  bewildered  with  their  woe, 
Grod  gently  to  his  bosom  takes, 

And  bids  them  all  his  fulness  know. 
In  thy  sorrow's  swelling  flood 
Own  his  hand  who  seeks  thy  good. 
Soul,  forget  not  in  thy  pains, 
Grod  o'er  all  for  ever  reigns. 

God  liveth  ever ! 
Wherefore,  soul,  despair  thou  never  I 
Let  earth  and  heaven  outworn  with  age, 
Sink  to  the  chaos  whence  they  came  ; 
Let  angry  fears  against  us  rage. 

Let  hell  shoot  forth  his  fiercest  flame  ; 
Fear  not  Death,  nor  Satan's  thrusts, 
God  defends  who  in  him  trusts- 
Soul,  remember  in  thy  pains, 
God  o'<3r  all  for  ever  reigns. 

God  hveth  ever  I 
Wherefore,  soul,  despair  thou  never  I 
What  though  thou  tread  with  bleeding  feet 

A  thorny  path  of  grief  and  gloom, 
Thy  God  will  choose  the  way  most  meet 
To  lead  thee  heavenwards,  lead  thee  home. 
For  this  hfe's  long  night  of  sadness 
He  will  give  thee  peace  and  gladness. 
Soul,  forget  not  in  thy  pains, 
God  o'er  all  for  ever  reigns. 


THE    Church    Militant.        531 


QLi)^   |)romiseir   £anb. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  he. 

0  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  hving  green, 

And  rivers  of  dehght. 

There  generous  finits  that  never  faU, 

On  trees  immortal  grow ; 
There  rock,  and  hill,  and  brook,  and  vale, 

"With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns. 

And  scatters  night  away. 

No  chiUing  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  Ms  bosom  rest  ? 


632  Hymns    of 

Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay  : 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


0  Lord,  I  pray  thee  comfort  me, 
In  this  my  sore  and  deep  distress 

And  let  my  troubled  sphit  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  faithfulness. 

Shine  on  this  barren  ground,  that  I 

Lose  not  the  fruits  which  should  spring  up  ; 

Let  me  not  pass  thy  mercy  by, 
Nor  miss  the  sweetness  in  my  cup. 

Sweetness  there  is — I  know  it  Lord, — 

And  otherwise  it  cannot  be ; 
It  is  my  Father's  hand  that  poured 

This  mixture  in  the  cup  for  me. 

But  much  I  fear  lest  my  selfwill, 

So  disappointed  and  so  blind, 
Should  overlook  the  sweet,  or  spill, 

And  nothing  but  the  bitter  find. 

What  is  it  Lord  ?  dost  thou  intend 
That  patience  should  take  root  in  me  ? 

Is  it  thy  will  my  will  to  bend, 
That  I  more  hke  a  child  may  be  ? 


THE    Church    Militant.         533 

Is  it  to  raise  my  heart  above 

All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  pleasure, 

And  loose  my  hands  from  earthly  love, 
To  fill  them  full  of  heavenly  treasure  ? 

To  hinder  this  poor  mortal  clinging, 

And  set  my  heart  from  earth-bonds  free  ? 

0  God,  my  spirit  art  thou  bringing 
Nearer  to  leaving  all  for  thee  ? 

Whatever  be  thy  gracious  thought, 

Let  me  not  lose  its  sweet  design, — 
Since  Jesus  hath  the  blessing  bought, 

Oh  for  his  sake  may  it  be  mine. 

Alas,  my  unsubmissive  heart, 

Believing  its  own  aching  sense, 
Saith  sweetness  here  can  have  no  part — 

Or  even  that  God  hath  caught  it  thence. 

Ah  Lord,  my  lesson  lieth  here — 

Faith  should  be  eyes  when  eyes  are  dim. 

Say  to  my  doubts,  "  Thy  God  is  near," 
Say  to  my  grief,  "  Hope  thou  in  him." 


iHake    (l!:i)2    iDan    plain 

Like  Israel,  Lord,  am  I  ; 

My  soul  is  at  a  stand ; 
A  sea  before,  a  host  behind, 

An  '  rocks  on  either  hand. 
4:0  ■■ 


634  Hymns    OF 

0  Lord,  I  cry  to  thee, 

And  would  thy  word  obey  ; 

Bid  me  advance ;  and  through  the  sea 
Create  a  new-made  way. 

The  time  of  greatest  strait 
Thy  chosen  time  has  been, 

To  manifest  tliy  power  is  great, 
And  make  tliy  glory  seen. 

0  send  deliverance  down ; 

Display  the  arm  divine ; 
So  shall  the  praise  be  all  thy  own, 

And  I  be  doubly  thine. 


or  I)  r  i  s  t . 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows. 
Charm  me  in  Emmanuel's  name  ; 

All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  his  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

When  he  came  the  angels  sung, 
"  Grlory  be  to  God  on  high  ;" 

Lord,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue, 
Who  shall  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

Oid  the  Lord  a  man  become, 
That  he  might  the  law  fulfil, 
leed  and  suffer  in  my  room, 
Canst  thou  then,  my  soul,  be  still  ? 


THE    Church   Militant.         535 

No,  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are  and  weak 

For  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak, 

0  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 
Shepherd,  Brother,  glorious  Friend ! 

Every  precious  name  in  one, 
I  will  love  thee  without  end. 


©  e  1 1)  s  e  tn  a  n  e . 

G-o  to  dark  G-ethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter^s  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  him  one  little  hour : 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  Life  arraigned ; 

O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall  1 
0  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  1 

Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss : 

Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climo, 
There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 

Mark  that  m.kacle  of  time , 
Grod's  own  sacrifice  complete  : 

"  It  is  finished ;" — ^hear  the  cry ; 

Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


636  Hymns   op 

Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom ; 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen !  he  meets  our  eyes. 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


Until   tl)  c    Dag    ^amn. 

Cometh  sunshine  after  rain, 

After  mourning  joy  again, 

After  heavy  bitter  grief 

Dawneth  surely  sweet  relief; 

And  my  soul,  who  ft-om  her  height 
Sank  to  realms  of  woe  and  night, 
Wingeth  now  to  heaven  her  fiighl 

He  whom  this  world  dares  not  face, 
Hath  refreshed  me  with  his  grace ; 
And  his  mighty  hand  unbound 
Chains  of  hell  about  me  wound ; 
Quicker,  stronger,  leaps  my  blood, 
Since  his  mercy,  hke  a  flood. 
Poured  o'er  all  my  heart  for  good. 

Bitter  anguish  have  I  borne. 
Keen  regret  my  heart  hath  torn. 
Sorrow  dimmed  my  weeping  eyes, 
Satan  blinded  me  with  lies ; 
Yet  at  last  I  am  set  free, 
Help,  protection,  love,  to  me 
Once  more  true  companions  be . 


THE   Church   Militant.  537 

Ne'er  was  left  a  helpless  prey, 
Ne'er  with  shame  was  turned  away, 
He  who  gave  himself  to  God, 
And  on  him  had  cast  his  load. 

Who  in  Grod  his  hope  hath  placed, 

Shall  not  life  in  pain  outwaste, 

Fullest  joy  he  yet  shall  taste. 

Though  today  may  not  fulfil 
All  thy  hopes,  have  patience  still ; 
For  perchance  tomorrow's  sun 
Sees  thy  happier  days  begun. 

As  God  willeth  march  the  hours, 

Bringing  joy  at  last  in  showers, 

And  whate'er  we  asked  is  ours. 

When  my  heart  was  vexed  with  care, 

Filled  with  fears  well  nigh  despair ; 

When  with  watching  many  a  night. 

On  me  fell  pale  sickness'  blight ; 
When  my  courage  failed  me  fast, 
Camest  thou,  my  God,  at  last, 
And  my  woes  were  quickly  past. 

Now  as  long  as  here  I  roam, 
On  this  earth  have  house  and  home, 
Shall  this  wondrous  gleam  from  thee 
Shine  through  all  ray  memory. 
To  my  God  I  yet  will  cling. 
All  my  life  the  praises  sing 
That  from  thankful  hearts  outspring. 


538  Hymns    op 

E^ver}  sorrow,  every  smart, 
That  :he  Eternal  Father's  heart 
Hath  appointed  me  of  yore, 
Or  hath  yet  for  me  in  store, 
As  my  life  flows  on  I'll  take 
Calmly,  gladly,  for  his  sake, 
No  more  faitiiless  murmurs  make. 

I  will  meet  distress  and  pain, 
I  will  greet  e'en  death's  dark  reign^ 
I  will  lay  me  in  the  grave 
With  a  heart  still  glad  and  brave. 
Whom  the  Strono-est  doth  defend. 
Whom  the  Highest  counts  his  friend, 
Cannot  perish  in  the  end. 


®l)e   people   of  (3oh, 

People,  scattered  abroad, 
Poor  people  of  Q-od,  who  would  fain  see  his  face, 
Hardly  ye  follow  the  road ; 
So  much  to  hinder  the  race  ; 
Poor  people  of  God  I 

And  yet  why  are  ye  weak  ? 
This  God  whom  ye  serve,  is  not  he  your  support? 
Do  not  his  promises  speak  ? 
Can  ye  not  trust  as  ye  ought  ? 
Say,  people  of  God  I 


THE    Church    Militant.         539 

What !  has  his  hand  lost  power  ? 
Is  that  arm  shortened  which  holdeth  the  spheres  ? 
Gives  he  a  broken  tower 
To  shelter  ye  from  your  fears  ? 
Oh !  no,  people  of  God  ! 

"Wherefore  then  dread  the  foes, 
That  a  word  of  his  mouth  can  bring  to  dust  ? 
"When  he  can  miracles  do, 
VHij  can  ye  not  wait  and  trust  ? 
Why  not,  people  of  God  ? 

Tes,  his  promise  shall  stand, — 
Yes,  the  Lord  heareth  his  people's  cry ; 
His  grace  shall  reign  in  the  land, 
The  power  of  hell  shall  die, 
For  thee,  people  of  God  ! 

People,  fighting  your  way, 
Poor  people  of  God,  let  faith  be  your  host. 
Doubt  not  this  war  shall  pay 
Very  much  more  than  it  cost. 
Tes,  beheve,  people  of  God  ! 


Is  iJ^ljis  tl]2  Kinbness  to  tl)2  i^rienb? 

Poor,  weak,  and  worthless  though  I  am, 
I  have  a  rich.  Almighty  Friend ; 

Jesus,  the  Saviour,  is  his  name, 
He  freely  loves,  and  without  end. 


540  Hymns    of 

He  ransomed  me  from  hell  with  blood, 
And  by  his  power  my  foes  controlled ; 

He  found  me  wanderinjy  far  from  God, 
And  brought  me  to  his  chosen  fold. 

He  cheers  my  heart,  my  wants  supplies, 

And  says  that  I  shall  shortly  be 
Enthroned  with  him  above  the  skies  : 

0  what  a  friend  is  Christ  to  me ! 

But  ah !  my  inmost  spirit  mourns, 

And  well  my  eyes  with  tears  may  swim, 

To  think  of  my  perverse  returns ; 
I've  been  a  faithless  friend  to  him. 

Often  my  gracious  friend  I  grieve, 

Neglect,  distrust,  and  disobey; 
And  often  Satan's  lies  believe, 

Sooner  than  all  my  friend  can  say. 

He  bids  me  always  freely  come, 

And  promises  whate'er  I  ask  ; 
But  I  am  straitened,  cold,  and  dumb, 

And  count  my  privilege  a  task. 

Before  the  world  that  hates  his  cause, 

My  treacherous  heart  has  throbbed  with  shame ; 
Loth  to  forego  the  world's  applause, 

1  hardly  dare  avow  his  name. 

Sure,  were  I  not  most  vile  and  base, 

I  could  not  thus  my  frieml  requite ; 
And  were  not  he  the  Grod  of  grace. 

He'd  ^f-own,  and  spurn  me  from  his  sight. 


THE    Church    Militant.        541 


3t    toont   Be   ton%. 

Arise,  m}^  soul,  to  Pisgah's  height, 

And  view  the  promised  land, 
And  see  by  faith  the  glorious  sight, 
Our  heritage  at  hand. 

We'll  stem  the  storm,  it  wont  be  long ; 

The  heavenly  port  is  nigh  ; 
We'll  stem  the  storm,  it  wont  be  long ; 
We'll  anchor  by  and  by. 

There  endless  springs  of  pleasure  flow 

At  my  Redeemer's  side, 
For  all  who  live  by  faith  below. 

And  in  their  Lord  confide. 
We'll  stem  the  storm,  &c. 

Fair  Salem's  dazzling  gates  are  seen, 

Just  o'er  the  narrow  flood, 
And  fields  adorned  in  living  green. 

The  residence  of  Grod. 

My  conflicts  here  wDl  soon  be  past. 
Where  wild  distraction  reigns  ; 

Through  toil  and  death  I'll  reach  at  last 
Fair  Canaan's  happy  plains. 

0  could  I  cross  rough  Jordan's  wave. 

No  danger  would  I  fear  ; 
My  bark  would  every  tempest  brave, 

For  0  !  my  Captain's  near- 
46 


542  H Y M X s    OF 

My  lamp  of  life  will  soon  grow  pale, 
The  spark  will  soon  decay  ; 

And  then  my  happy  soul  will  sail 
To  everlasting  day. 


®l)e  Sssnes  of  £ife  anb  CDeatl). 

0  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found. 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole  ; 
The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live ; 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  j 

And  all  that  life  is  love ; — 
There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath ; 
0  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  "  the  second  death  1" 

Lord  Grod  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
A.nd  evermore  undone : 


THE    Church    Militant.        543 

Here  would  we  end  our  quest ; 

Alone  are  found  in  thee, 
The  life  of  perfect  love, — the  rest 

Of  immortaKty. 


©  0  0  b  n  i  g  I)  t . 

I  JOURNEY  forth  rejoicing, 
From  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

To  heavenly  joy  and  freedom, 
From  earthly  bonds  and  fears  : 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  shall  gather 
All  his  redeemed  again, 

His  kingdom  to  inherit. 
Goodnight,  till  then ! 

Go  to  thy  quiet  resting. 

Poor  tenement  of  clay  1 
From  all  thy  pain  and  weakness 

I  gladly  haste  away  ; 
But  still  in  faith  confidinsr 

To  find  thee  yet  again. 
All  glorious  and  immortal. 
Goodnight,  till  then ! 

Why  thus  so  sadly  weeping, 
Beloved  ones  of  my  heart  ? 

The  Lord  is  good  and  gracious, 
Though  now  he  bids  us  part. 


644  Hymns    of 

Oft  have  we  met  in  gladness, 

And  we  shall  meet  again, 
AU  sorrow  left  behind  us. 
Goodnight^  till  then  1 

I  go  to  see  his  glory, 

Whom  we  have  loved  below  j 
I  go,  the  blessed  angels, 

The  holy  saints  to  know. 
Our  lovely  ones  departed, 

I  go  to  find  again, 
And  wait  for  you  to  join  us. 
Goodnight,  till  then ! 

I  hear  the  Saviour  caUing — 
The  joyful  hour  has  come ; 

The  angel-guards  are  ready 
To  guide  me  to  our  home, 

Where  Christ  the  Lord  shall  gather 
All  his  redeemed  again, 

His  kingdom  to  inherit. 
Goodnight,  till  then  I 


QL[)C    iTurtl)  er    S  li  ore. 

Parting  soul !  the  floods  await  thee. 
And  the  billows  round  theo  roar ; 

Yet  rejoice, — the  holy  city 
Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 


THE   Church   Militant.         545 

There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory ; 

There  the  Uving  waters  glide ; 
There  the  just  in  shining  raiment, 

Standing  by  Immanuel's  side. 

Linger  not, — the  stream  is  narrow, 
Though  its  cold  dark  waters  rise  ; 

He  who  passed  the  flood  before  thee, 
Gruides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 


^atjing    a    Desire    to    Depart 

I  LONG  to  behold  him  arrayed 

With  glory  and  light  from  above  ; 
The  King  in  his  beauty  displayed, — 

His  beauty  of  hohest  love : 
I  languish  and  sigh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jesus  has  fixed  his  abode  ; 
O  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air, 

And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  1 

With  him  I  on  Zion  shall  stand, 

For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word ; 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord : 
But  when,  on  thy  bosom  reclined. 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fulness  of  rapture  I  find, — 

My  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 
46* 


546  Hymns    of 

How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  sickness  or  sorrow  shall  prove. 
Physician  of  souls,  unto  me 

Forgiveness  and  holiness  give  ; 
And  then  from  the  body  set  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive. 


19  0  p  e  . 

In  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Compassed  round  with  many  a  care, 

From  eternity  we  borrow 

Hope  that  can  exclude  despair. 

Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour, 
In  the  glass  of  faith  we  see  ! 

0  assist  each  faint  endeavour  ! 

Raise  our  earth-born  souls  to  thee. 

Place  that  awful  scene  before  us, 
Of  th(3  last  tremendous  day, — 

When  to  life  thou  wilt  restore  us  ; 
Lingering  ages,  haste  away  ! 

When  this  vile  and  sinful  nature 

Incorruption  shall  put  on  : 
Life  renewing,  glorious  Savioui; 

Let  thy  glorious  will  be  done. 


THE   Church   Militant.         547 


tOljat  is   ^onr   Cife. 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
And  must  I  suddenly  comply 

With  nature's  stern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains, 

To  aU  eternity. 

How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  hve. 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay. 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day. 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here. 
For  -worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear. 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone  ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

The  inexorable  throne ! 

No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ; 

But  0,  when  life  shall  end. 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place  ? 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  ? 

Xotliing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 
That  never,  never  dies  1 


548  Hymns    of 

How  make  mine  own  election  sure ; 
And  when  I  fall  on  earth,  secure 
A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray  ; 

Be  thou  my  Guide,  be  thou  my  Way 

To  glorious  happiness. 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart ; 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart. 

Let  me  depart  in  peace. 


tl3atcl)fulnes0    anh    JJrager 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heaven  0  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

How  oft  my  mournftil  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  1 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain  ! 

How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live. 

My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 

Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope. 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up. 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 


THE   Church   Militant.         o-rO 

Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  Grod,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 

My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way. 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee ; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 


Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts. 

Let  warmest  thanks  arise ; 
Assist  us.  Lord,  to  offer  up 

Our  evening  sacrifice. 

This  day  God  was  our  sun  and  shield. 

Our  keeper  and  our  guide ; 
His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown, — 

His  mercies  multiplied. 

Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 

More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

New  time,  new  favours,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require  : 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would. 

Accept  our  heart's  desire. 


560  Hymns    of 


Mm   tl)e    ifielb. 

Fighting  tlie  Battle  of  Life  1 — 
With  a  weary  heart  and  head  ; 

For  in  the  midst  of  the  strife, 
The  banners  of  Joy  are  fled. 

Fled  and  gone  out  of  sight, 

When  I  thought  they  were  so  near : 
A.nd  the  music  of  Hope,  this  night, 

Is  dying  away  on  my  ear. 

Fighting  the  whole  day  long, 

With  a  very  tired  hand, — 
With  only  my  armour  strong — 

The  shelter  in  which  I  stand. 

There  is  nothing  left  of  me, — 
If  all  my  strength  were  shewn, 

So  small  the  amount  would  be. 

Its  presence  could  scarce  be  known. 

Fighting  alone  tonight, — • 

With  not  even  a  stander-by 
To  cheer  me  on  in  the  fight. 

Or  to  hear  me  when  I  cry. 

Only  the  Lord  can  hear — 

Only  the  Lord  can  see 
The  struggle  within  how  dark  and  drear, 

Though  quiet  the  outside  be. 


THE    Church    Militant.         551 

Fighting  alone  tonight ! 

With  what  a  sinking  heart, — 
Lord  Jesus,  in  the  figlit 

Oh  stand  not  thou  apart ! 

Body  and  mind  have  tried 

To  make  the  field  my  own ; 
But  when  the  Lord  is  on  my  side, 

He  doeth  the  work  alone. 

And  when  he  hideth  his  face, 

And  the  battle-clouds  prevail. 
It  is  only  through  his  grace 

If  I  do  not  utterly  fail. 

The  word  of  old  was  true — 

And  its  truth  shall  never  cease, — 

"  The  Lord  shall  fight  for  you, 
And  ye  shall  hold  your  peace." 

Lord,  I  would  fain  be  still 

And  quiet,  behind  my  shield  ; 
But  make  me  to  love  thy  will, 

For  fear  I  should  ever  yield. 

For  when  to  destroy  my  foes 
Thou  lettest  them  strike  at  me , 

And  fillest  my  heart  with  woes, 
That  joy  may  the  purer  be  ; — 

Nothing  but  perfect  trust, 

And  love  of  thy  perfect  will, 
Can  raise  me  out  of  the  dust. 

And  bid  my  feara  lie  stilL 


552  Hymns    of 

Even  as  now  my  hands — 

So  doth  my  folded  will 
Lie  waiting  thy  commands. 

Without  one  anxious  thrill. 

But  as  with  sudden  pain 

My  hands  unfold,  and  clasp, — 

So  doth  my  will  start  up  again, 
And  taketh  its  old  firm  grasp. 

Lord,  fix  my  eyes  upon  thee, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  thy  love ; 

And  keep  my  soul  till  the  shadows  flee, 
And  the  light  breaks  forth  above. 


IL0nginjgs   for   t!)e   Blessing. 

Come,  0  thou  universal  Good, 

Balm  of  the  wounded  conscience,  come ! 
The  hungry,  dying  spirit's  food, 

The  weary,  wandering  pilgrim's  home ; 
Haven  to  take  the  shipwrecked  in, 
My  everlasting  rest  from  sin. 

Come,  0  my  comfort  and  delight  ; 

My  strength  and  health,  my  shield  and  sun. 
My  boast,  and  confidence,  and  might. 

My  joy,  my  glory,  and  my  crown ; 
My  Gospel  hope,  my  calling's  prize  ; 
My  tree  of  life,  my  paradise. 


THE    Church    Militant.         553 

The  Secret  of  the  Lord  thou  art, 

The  mystery  so  long  unknown  ; 
Christ  in  a  pure  and  perfect  heart ; 

The  name  inscribed  on  the  white  stone : 
The  life  divine,  the  httle  leaven. 
My  precious  pearl,  my  present  heaven. 


0  THOU  from  whom  all  mercy  springs, 
Compassionate  my  sufferings, 
And  pity  me 
That  trust  in  thee  I 
0  shelter  with  thy  shady  wings, 
Until  these  stormes  of  woe 
Cleare  up,  ar  overblowe. 

Thee  I  invoke,  0  thou  Most  High, 
Thou  All-performer ! — ^from  the  skie 
Thy  angels  send ; 
Let  them  defend 
My  soule  from  him  that  would  destroy 
D  send  thy  mercy  downe, — 
With  truth  thy  promise  crowne  ! 


?III  i  0  c  i  p  1  i  n  e . 

Tremble  not,  though  darkly  gather 
Clouds  and  tempests  o'er  thy  sky. 

Still  beMeve  thy  Heavenly  Father 

Loves  thee  best  when  storms  are  nigh 
47 


664  H 1  Ni N s    OF 

When  the  sun  of  fortune  shineth 
Long  and  brightly  on  the  heart, 

Soon  its  fruitfulness  dechneth, 
Parched  and  dry  in  every  part. 

Then  the  plants  of  grace  have  faded 

In  the  dry  and  burning  soil ; 
Thorns  and  briers  their  growth  have  shaded- 

Earthly  cares  and  earthly  toil. 

But  the  clouds  are  seen  ascending ; 

Soon  the  heavens  are  overcast ; 
And  the  weary  heart  is  bending 

'Neath  aflOiction's  stormy  blast. 

Yet  the  Lord,  on  high  presiding, 

Rules  the  storm  with  powerful  hand ; 

He  the  shower  of  grace  is  guiding, 
To  the  dry  and  barren  land. 

See  at  length  the  clouds  are  breaking, — 
Tempests  have  not  passed  in  vain  ; 

For  the  soul,  revived,  awaking, 
Bears  its  fruits  acd  flowers  again. 

Love  divine  has  see.i  and  counted 

Every  tear  it  caused  to  fall. 
And  the  storm  which  love  appointed. 

Was  its  choicest  gift  of  alL 


THE   Church    Militani.        555 
as    ^\)on   toilt. 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt  1 

Oh !  may  thy  will  be  mine  I 
Into  thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done  1 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  thy  people's  bread. 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon  ; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail — 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done  I 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt  I 

If  among  thorns  I  go, 
StiU  sometimes  here  and  there 

Let  a  few  roses  blow. 
But  thou  on  earth  along 

The  thorny  path  hast  gone, 
Then  lead  me  after  thee, 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done  I 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 


556  ■  Hymns    of 

Since  thou  on  earth  hast  wept 
And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 

If  I  must  weep  with  thee, 
My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done  1 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 

If  loved  ones  must  depart. 
Suffer  not  sorrow's  flood 

To  overwhelm  my  heart. 
For  they  are  blest  with  thee. 

Their  race  and  conflict  won  : 
Let  me  but  follow  them. 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done  ! 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 

When  death  itself  draws  nigh. 
To  thy  dear  wounded  side 

I  would  for  refuge  fly. 
Leaning  on  thee,  to  go 

Where  thou  before  hast  gone ; 
The  rest  as  thou  shalt  please. 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done  1 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 

AU  shall  be  well  for  me  : 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on. 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death. 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done ! 


THE    Church    Militant.        557 


M^   00ttl   Sljirstetl)   f0r   (gob 

I  THiEST,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share ; 
Thy  wounds,  Emmanuel,  all  forbid 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there. 

It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly  things ; 

And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 

And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

Dear  fountain  of  delight  unknown, 
No  longer  sink  beneath  the  brim : 

But  overflow,  and  pour  me  down 
A  living,  and  life-giving  stream  I 

For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  my  Father's  eye. 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 

Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  L 
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558  Hymns    of 


J   iDoitlb    ?5'ot   Citje    ^Itoag. 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway — live  alway  below  ! 

0  no,  I'll  not  linger,  when  bidden  to  go. 
The  days  of  our  pilgrimage  gi'auted  us  here, 

Ai-e  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 
Would  I  shrink  from  the  path  which  the  prophets  of 

God, 
•Apostles  and  martyrs,  so  joyfully  trod  ? 
While  brethren  and  friends  are  all  hasting  home, 
Like  a  spirit  unblest  o'er  the  earth  would  I  roam  ? 

1  would  not  live  alway — I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way  ; 
Where  seeking  for  peace,  we  but  hover  around. 
Like  the  patriarch's  bird,  and  no  resting  is  found  : 
Where  hope,  when  she  paints  her  gay  bow  in  the  air, 
Laaves  its  brilhance  to  fade  in  the  night  of  despair, 
And  joy's  fleeting  angel  ne'er  sheds  a  glad  ray, 
Save  the  gleam  of  the  plumage  that  bears  him  away. 

I  would  not  live  alway — thus  fettered  by  sin ; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within : 
In  a  moment  of  strength,  if  I  sever  the  chain, 
Scarce  the  victory  is  mine,  ere  I'm  captive  again. 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  my  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears  : 
The  festival  trump  calls  for  jubilant  songs, 
But  my  spirit  her  own  miserere  prolongs. 

1  would  not  live  alway — no,  welcome  the  tomb  ; 
Immortality's  lamp  burns  there  bright  mid  the  gloom ; 


THE   Church    Militant.         559 

There  too  is  the  pillow  whero  Christ  bowed  his  head ; 

0 !  soft  are  the  slumbers  on  that  holy  bed. 

And  then  the  glad  dawn  soon  to  follow  that  night. 

When  the  sunrise  of  glory  shall  beam  on  my  sight. 

When  the  full  matin  song  as  the  sleepers  arise, 

To  shout  in  the  morning,  shall  peal  through  the  skies. 

Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  Grc>d, 
Away  from  3^on  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 
Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  songs  of  salvation  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul  ? 

That  heavenly  music !  what  is  it  I  hear  ? 
The  notes  of  the  harpers  ring  sweet  in  the  air :  - 
And  see,  soft  unfolding  those  portals  of  gold ; 
The  King  all  arrayed  in  his  beauty  behold  ! 
O  !  give  me,  0  !  give  me  the  wings  of  a  dove  ( 
Let  me  hasten  my  flight  to  those  mansions  above  : 
Ay,  'tis  now  that  my  soul  on  swift  pinions  would  soar, 
And  in  ecstasy  bid  earth  adieu  evermore. 


JJeace   in   Belieoing 

O  FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink. 
Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 

That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe !  — 


560  Hymns    op 

That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain, 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
But  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain 

Will  lean  upon  its  God ; — 

A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear^ 

In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; — 

That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 

Kor  Satan's  arts  beguile ; — 

A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 

Lights  up  the  dying  bed. 

Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this. 

And  then  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 

Of  our  eternal  home. 


^sk   tDl)at   3    shall    (3ivc    Qri)ee 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 


THE    Church    Militant.        561 

Thou  art  coining  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast : 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintai 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face ; 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there. 

While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 

Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ! 

As  my  Guide,  ray  Guard,  my  Friend, 

Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  Hve  a  hfe  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


662  Hymns    op 


®  n  r    ®  n  i  b  V . 

Gently,  Lord,  oh  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears, 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
0  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing, 
0  refresh  us  with  thy  grace. 
May  thy  mercies,  never  ceasing, 
Fit  us  for  thy  dwelling-place. 

When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 

Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us. 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 
0  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing. 

In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish. 
In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near 

Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish. 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

0  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing. 

When  this  mortal  life  is  ended, 
Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 

Till  by  angel  hands  attended, 
We  awake  amonof  the  blest. 
0  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing. 

Then,  0  crown  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Through  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ; 

Then  shall  praises  ncv  ?r  ceasing 
Echo  through  thy  dwelling-place. 
0  refresh  us  -^'itL  tliy  blessing. 


THE   Church   Militant.         563 


Srije    Qlontritc    §caxt. 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 

A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain. 

To  find  I  cannot  feel 

I  sometimes  think  myself  inclined 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 
But  often  feel  another  mind. 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 
I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 

But  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know. 
And  love  thy  house  of  prayer ; 

I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

0  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache ; 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 

And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 


iO'l-  Hymns    of 


(JM    effort. 

AppROAcn,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 

There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed  ; 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 

I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place  I 
That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 

I  may  my  Cerce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  thou  hast  died. 

Oh  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

"  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  still, 
My  promised  grace  receive  :" 

'Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 


THE   Church   Militant.         565 


Perfect  tl)al  ujl)icl)  QLomcxmll)  iHe. 

Until  thou  didst  comfort  me 

I  had  not  one  poor  word  to  say : — 

Thick  busie  clouds  did  multiply, 
And  said  I  was  no  cliild  of  day  ; 

They  said,  my  own  hands  did  remove 

That  candle  given  me  from  above. 

0  God  !  I  know  and  do  confess 
'My  sins  are  great  and  still  prevail, 

(Most  heinous  sins,  and  numberless ;) 

But  thy  compassions  cannot  fail. 
If  thy  sure  mercies  can  be  broken, 
Then  all  is  true  my  foes  have  spoken. 

But  while  time  runs,  and  after  it 

Eternity  which  never  ends, 
Quite  through  them  both,  still  mfinite, 

Thy  covenant  by  Christ  extends  : 
No  sins  of  frailty,  nor  of  youth. 
Can  foil  his  mercies,  and  thy  truth. 

And  this  I  hourly  finde,  for  thou 

Dost  stiU  renew,  and  purge,  and  heal : 

Thy  care  and  love,  which  jointly  flow, 
New  cordials,  and  new  medicines,  deal 

But  were  I  once  cast  off  by  thee, 

1  know,  my  God,  this  av  -uld  not  be. 

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666  Hymns    of 

Wherefore  with  tears,  tears  by  thee  sent, 
I  beg  my  faith  may  never  faile  ! 

And  when  in  death  my  speech  is  spent, 
0  let  that  silence  then  prevaUe  ! 

0  chase  iu  that  cold  calm  my  foes, 

And  hear  my  heart's  last  private  throes  I 

So  thou,  who  didst  the  work  begin, 
For  I,  tiU  drawn,  came  not  to  thee, 

Wilt  j&nish  it,  and  by  no  sin 

WiU  thy  free  mercies  hindered  be. 

For  which,  0  Grod,  I  only  can 

Blesa  thee,  and  blame  unthankful  Man. 


Prater. 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 

In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 

But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love. 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight, 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  liis  knees. 


THE   Church   Militant.         567 

When  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side ; 
But  when  through  weariness  they  failed, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevailed. 

Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah  !  think  again. 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear, 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me.'' 


In  true  and  patient  hope, 
My  soul,  on  God  attend  ; 

And  calmly  confident  look  up. 
Till  he  salvation  send. 

I  shall  his  goodness  see, 
While  on  his  name  I  call ; 

He  will  defend  and  strengthen  me, 
And  I  shall  never  fall. 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  fly. 

My  refuge  and  my  tower ; 
Upon  thy  faithful  love  rely. 

And  find  thy  saving  power. 


568  Hymns    of 

Trust  in  the  Lord  alone, 
Who  aids  us  from  above  ; 

In  every  strait  surround  his  throne, 
And  hang  upon  his  love. 


3   press    (J^oroarbs    tl)e    ill  ark 

'Tis  not  too  liard,  too  high  an  aim, 
Secure,  thy  part  in  Christ  to  claim ; 
The  sensual  instinct  to  control, 

^nd  warm  Avith  purer  fires  the  soul. 

Tature  vi^ill  raise  up  all  her  strife, 

i'oe  to  the  self-abasing  life. 
Loth  in  a  Saviour's  death  to  share, 
Her  daily  cross  compelled  to  bear ; 
But  grace  omnipotent  at  length 
Shall  arm  the  saint  with  saving  strength, 
Through  the  sharp  war  with  aid  attend. 
And  his  long  conflict  sweetly  end 

Act  but  the  infant's  gentle  part, 
Give  up  to  love  thy  willing  heart ; 
No  fondest  parent's  tender  breast 
Yearns  like  thy  Gol's  to  make  thee  blest: 
Taught  its  dear  mother  soon  to  know, 
The  simplest  babe  its  love  can  show. 
Bid  bashful,  servile  fear  retire. 
The  task  no  labour  will  require. 
The  sovereign  Father,  good  and  kind, 
V   i^ts  but  to  have  his  child  resiG:ned  • 


THE    Church    Militant.         569 

"Wants  but  thy  yielding  heart,  no  more, — 
With  his  rich  gifts  of  grace  to  store. 
He  to  thy  soul  no  anguish  brings, 
From  thy  own  stubborn  will  it  springs ; 
That  foe  but  crucify,  thy  bane, . 
Nought  shalt  thou  know  of  frowns  or  pain. 

Shake  from  thy  soul,  o'erwhelmed,  deprest, 

The  encumbering  load  that  galls  its  rest. 

That  wastes  its  strength  with  bondage  vain ; 

With  courage  break  the  enslaving  chain  I 

Let  faith  exert  its  conquering  power, 

Say,  in  thy  fearing,  trembling  hour, 

"  Father,  thy  pitying  aid  impart !" 

'Tis  done  !  a  sigh  can  reach  his  heart 

Yet  if,  more  earnest  plaints  to  raise, 

Awhile  liis  succours  he  delays ; 

Though  his  kind  hand  thou  canst  not  feel, 

The  smart  let  lenient  patience  heal : 

Or  if  corruption's  strength  prevail, 

And  oft  thy  pilgrim  footsteps  fail ; 

Lift  for  liis  grace  thy  louder  cries, 

So  shalt  thou  cleansed  and  stronger  rise. 

K  haply  still  thy  mental  shade 
Deep  as  the  midnight's  gloom  be  made, 
On  the  sure  faithful  arm  divine. 
Firm  let  thy  fastening  trust  recline. 
The  gentlest  Sire,  the  best  of  friends, 
To  thee  nor  loss  nor  harm  intends; 
Though  tossed  on  the  most  boisterous  main, 
No  wreck  thj  vessel  shall  sustain. 
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5*70  Hymns    of 

Should  there  remain  of  rescuing  grace 
Ko  ghmpse,  no  shadow  left  to  trace, 
Hear  thy  Lord's  voice,  "  'Tis  Jesus'  wiU"- 
Believe,  thou  dark  lost  pilgrim,  still ! 

Then,  thy  sad  night  of  terrors  past, 
Though  the  dread  season  long  may  last, 
Sweet  peace  shall  from  the  smiling  skieB 
Like  a  new  dawn  before  thee  rise ; 
Then  shall  thy  faith's  firm  ground  appci 
Its  eyes  shall  view  salvation  clear. 

Be  hence  encouraged  more,  when  tried, 

On  thy  best  Father  to  confide. 

Oh !  my  too  blind,  but  nobler  part, 

Be  moved !  Be  won  by  these,  my  heart ; 

See  of  how  rich  a  lot,  how  blest, 

The  true  believer  stands  possest ! 

Come,  backward  soul,  to  God  resign ; 
Peace,  his  best  blessing,  shall  be  thine  1 
Boldly  recumbent  on  his  care, 
Cast  thy  full  burden  only  there. 


l^ock    of   IHe fence. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul. 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  nearer  waters  roll. 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 


THE    Church    Militant.         571 

Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  : 
Leave,  0  leave  me  not  alone ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed  ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want : 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  v?ith  thee  is  found, — 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  tiie  fountain  art; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


572  Hymns    of 

lion's    pilgrim. 

Pilgrims  we  are,  to  Canaan  bound, 
Our  journey  lies  along  this  road ; 
This  wilderness  we  travel  round, 
To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 
0  happy  pilgrims,  spotless  fair, 
What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear  ? 
Our  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
And  we  are  travelling  home  to  God. 

A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  years, 

In  this  dark  desert  to  complain ; 
A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. 
0  happy  pilgrims,  spotless  fair, 
What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear  ? 
Our  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
And  we  are  travelling  home  to  God. 


ark    of   Safetg. 

0  CEASE,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 

All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

Behold  the  ark  of  God ; 

Behold  the  open  door ; 
0  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 

And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 


THE    Church    Militant.        573 

There  safe  shalt  thou  abide, 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 

With  full  salvation  blessed. 


Strengtf)    faiizh    ilXe. 

I  FIND  this  trouble  in  my  heart, — 
That  when  the  Lord  saith  unto  me, 

"  Arise,  depart, 
For  here  your  rest  can  never  be"  : — 

To  give  up  part,  it  would  consent, — 
To  let  all  for  the  present  go  ; — 

And  be  content 
That  for  long  years  it  should  be  so. 

But  never  in  this  world  to  find 
One  thing  of  all  that  it  might  crave  ! 

Yea,  not  to  bind 
Its  tendrils  round  the  drift-wood  in  its  cave ! 

Then  doth  my  heart  cry  out  in  grief 
And  pain  that  it  can  hardly  bear ; 

Nor  finds  rehef 
In  that  drear  moment,  anywhere. 

Those  fair  blue  heavens  so  distant  are, — 
Their  very  clearness  seems  to  say 

How  far  !  how  far  ! 
They  lie  above  man's  stormy  way. 


i'74  Hymns    of 

And  human  weakness  fain  would  rise 

Not  all  at  once,  but  by  degrees ; 

And  seek  the  skies 
With  gentle  steps,  and  at  its  ease : 

Would  make  its  many  tendrils  fast 
Round  every  thing  of  life  and  love, 

And  so  at  last. 
Leave  earth  behind,  and  mount  above. 

But  hast  thou  seen  the  child  of  earth 
To  whom  all  mortal  helps  were  given,- 

Whom  from  its  birth, 
God's  blessings  called  to  him  and  heaven ; — 

Hast  thou  not  seen  that  soul  twine  round 
These  helps — yet  use  them  not  to  rise, 

But  to  the  ground 
Turn,  and  grow  downward  from  the  skies  ? 

Hast  seen  the  soul  without  one  stay 
Round  which  its  tendrils  might  be  cast, 

Yet  make  its  way 
Up  to  God's  throne,  and  there  hold  fast? 

0  God,  thou  knowest  all — and  me, — 
What  my  heart  bears,  and  what  it  needs  1 

My  weakness  see, — 
Yet  not  my  sins,  for  Jesus  pleads. 

So  make  me  ever  upward  grow, 
Mounting  to  thee  by  good  and  ill, — 

So  let  me  knoAV 
The  strength  of  resting  in  thy  Avill! 


THE   Church   Militant.         675 


0  tt  b  in  i  1 1  i  n  g . 

Weary  of  struggling  -with  my  pain, 
Hopeless  to  burst  this  sinful  chain, 
At  length  I  give  the  contest  o'er, 
And  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 

From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease — 
God,  who  creates,  must  seal  my  peace ; 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care. 
Unless  thy  sovereign  grace  I  share. 

Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal, 
I  see  my  sin,  but  cannot  feel  ; 
I  cannot,  till  thy  Spirit  blow. 
And  bid  the  obedient  waters  flow. 

'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive ; 
Here  then  to  thee  I  all  resign. 
To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal,  is  thine. 

With  simple  truth  to  thee  I  call. 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all : 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool — 
I  wait  the  word  that  speaks  me  whole. 

Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness  cure, 
Make  my  infected  nature  pure  ; 
Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy  impart, 
And  jDour  thyself  into  my  heart. 


5Y6  Hymns   of 


01  n  i  b  a  n  c  e    ^T  I)  r  o  n  3  I)    £  i  f  e 

Thou  who  didst  for  Peter's  faith 
Kindly  condescend  to  pray, 

Thou,  whose  lovins:  kindness  hath 
Kept  me  to  the  present  day, 

Kind  Conductor, 
Still  direct  my  devious  way  ! 

When  a  tempting  world  in  view 
Gains  upon  my  yielding  heart. 

When  its  pleasures  I  pursue. 
Then  one  look  of  pity  dart, — 

Teach  me  pleasures 
Which  the  world  can  ne'er  impart. 

When  with  horrid  thoughts  profane 
Satan  would  my  soul  invade, 

When  he  calls  rehgion  vain. 
Mighty  Yictor  1  be  my  aid  1 

Send  thy  Spirit, 
Bid  me  conflict  undismayed. 

When  my  unbelieving  fear 

Makes  me  think  myself  too  vile, 

When  the  legal  curse  I  hear, 
Cheer  me  with  a  gospel  smile : 

Or  if  hiding. 
Hide  thee  only  for  a  while. 


THE    Church   Militant.  577 

When  I  listen  to  thy  word, 

In  thy  temple  cold  and  dead, 
When  I  cannot  see  my  Lord, 

All  faith's  httle  daylight  fled, 
Sun  of  glory, 

Beam  again  around  my  head. 

When  thy  statutes  I  forsake, 

When  my  graces  dimly  sliine. 
When  the  covenant  I  break, 

Jesus,  then  remember  thine  : 
Check  my  wanderings 

By  a  look  of  love  divine. 

Then  if  heavenly  dews  distil. 

And  my  views  are  bright  and  clear, 

While  I  sit  on  Zion's  hill. 
Temper  joy  with  holy  fear ; 

Keep  me  watcliful. 
Safe  alone  while  thou  art  near. 

When  afflictions  cloud  my  sky, 

When  the  tide  of  sorrow  flows, 
When  the  rod  is  Ufted  high. 

Let  me  on  thy  love  repose  ; 
Stay  thy  rough  wind, 

When  thy  chilHng  east  wind  blows. 

When  the  vale  of  death  appears. 
Faint  and  .'old  this  mortal  clay, 
Kind  Forerunner,  soothe  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way : 

Break  the  shadows, 
Usher  in  eternal  day. 
49 


5*78  Hymns    of 

Starting  from  this  dying  state, 
Upward  bid  my  soul  aspire, 

Open  thou  the  crystal  gate, 
To  thy  praise  attune  my  lyre ; 

Dwell  for  ever, 
Dwell  on  each  immortal  wire. 

From  the  sparkling  turrets  there, 
Oft  I'll  trace  my  pilgrim  way, 

Often  bless  thy  guardian  care, 
Fire  by  night,  and  cloud  by  day ; 

While  my  triumphs 
At  my  Leader's  feet  I  lay. 

And  when  mighty  trumpets  blown, 
Shall  the  judgment  dawn  proclaim, 

From  the  central  burning  throne, 
'Mid  creation's  final  flame, 

With  the  ransomed, 
Judge  and  Saviour,  own  my  name ! 


JJrospects   of  ^cavcn. 

What  must  it  be  to  dwell  above. 

At  God's  right  hand,  where  Jesus  reigns, 

Since  the  sweet  earnest  of  his  love 

O'erwhelms  us  on  these  earthly  plains ! 

No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  explain. 

What  bliss  it  is  with  Christ  to  reign. 


THE  Church   Militant.         579 

When  sin  no  more  obstructs  our  sight, 
When  sorrow  pains  our  hearts  no  more, 

How  shall  we  view  the  Prince  of  Light, 
And  all  his  works  of  grace  explore  ! 

What  heights  and  depths  of  love  divine 

Will  then  through  endless  ages  shine ! 

This  is  the  heaven  I  long  to  know : 
For  this  with  patience  would  I  wait, 

Till,  weaned  from  earth  and  all  below, 
I  mount  to  my  celestial  seat, 

And  wave  my  palm,  and  wear  my  crown, 

And  with  the  elders  cast  them  down. 


0lee|jinjg   in   I  esue. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  I  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  1 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose. 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes ! 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh  1  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet : 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  stirfg ! 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear — no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour. 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 


580  Hymns    of 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  bUssful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  ''  hiding  place  :" 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 
BeUevers  find  the  same  repose. 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep. 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


When  shall  I  see  the  day 

That  ends  my  woes ; 
When  shall  I  victory  gain 

O'er  all  my  foes ; 
When  will  the  trumpet  sound 

That  calls  the  exiles  home, 
The  grand,  sabbatic  year, 

When  will  it  come  ? 

A  crown  of  glory  bright. 

By  faith  I  see. 
In  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Prepared  for  me. 


THE    Church    Militant.         581 

O  may  I  faithful  prove, 

And  keep  the  prize  in  view : 
And  through  the  storms  of  life 

My  way  pursue. 

Jesus,  be  thou  my  guide, 

My  steps  attend ; 
0  keep  me  near  thy  side, 

Be  thou  my  friend ; 
Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun, 

My  Saviour  and  my  guard ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

My  great  reward. 

0  how  I  long  to  see 

That  happy  day, 
When  sorrow,  sin,  and  pain. 

Shall  flee  away ; 
When  all  the  heavenly  tribes 

Shall  find  their  long  sought  home  I 
The  Jubilee  of  Heaven, 

When  will  it  come  ? 


Reunion. 

Meet  again !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again, 
Though  now  we  part  in  pain  ! 
His  people  all 
Together  Christ  shall  caU. 
HaUelujah ! 
49* 


582  Hymns    of 

Soon  the  days  of  absence  shall  be  o'er, 
And  thou  shalt  weep  no  more ; 

Our  meeting  day 

Shall  wipe  all  tears  away 
Hallelujah ! 

Now  I  go  with  gladness  to  o  „"  home, 
With  gladness  thou  shalt  come ; 

There  I  will  wait 

To  meet  thee  at  heaven's  gate. 
Hallelujah  1 

Dearest !  what  delight  agam  to  share 

Our  sweet  communion  there  ! 
To  walk  among 
The  holy  ransomed  throng. 
HaUelujah ! 

Here,  in  many  a  grief,  our  hearts  were  one, 

But  there  in  joys  alone  ; 
Joy  fading  never, 
Increasing,  deepening  ever. 
Hallelujah ! 

Not  to  mortal  sight  can  it  be  given 
To  know  the  bliss  of  heaven ; 

But  thou  shalt  be 

Soon  there,  and  sing  with  me, 
Hallelujah  ! 

Meet  again !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again, 
Though  now  we  part  in  pain  ! 

Together  all 

His  people  Christ  shall  call. 
HaUelujah ! 


THE    Church   Militant.         583 


ffiet   Hejoicing. 

Friend  after  friend  departs : 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end  : 
Were  this  firaU  world  our  final  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death. 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime. 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath ; 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  and  expire  1 

There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here. 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day  ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, — 
Thev  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 


584  Hymns    of 


STljen    SI)  a  11    OToine    to    pass    tl)e 
gajiing    tljat   is    tDrittcn. 

Let  love  weep, — 
It  Cometh,  that  day  of  the  Lord,  divine  ; 
And  the  morning-star  will  surely  shine 
On  the  long  death-night  of  sleep. 

Let  faith  fear, — 
The  unending  hght  comes  on  apace ; 
The  path  leads  homeward  from  this  place  ; 
Through  the  twilight  home  must  appear. 

Let  hope  despair, — 
Let  death  and  the  grave  shout  victory, — 
That  flush  of  the  morning  yet  shall  be, 
Which  shall  wake  the  slumberers  there 


®l)e    JDatis    of  tlje    ^cav5    of 
£U  y    pilgrimage. 

Not  always  on  the  journey,  0  my  God ! 

Not  always  on  the  journey,  when  the  home, 
The  place  thou  hast  prepared  for  my  abode, 

Stands  open  to  receive  me  when  I  come. 
Why  should  I  wish  to  linger  in  the  wild, 
When  thou  art  waitmg,  Father,  to  receive  thy  child  ? 


THE    Church    Militant.         585 

It  is  a  weary  way,  and  I  am  faint ; 

I  pant  for  purer  air  and  fresher  springs ; 

0  Fathej,  take  me  home  !  there  is  a  taint, 

A  shadow,  on  earth's  purest,  brightest  things  ; 
This  world  is  but  a  wilderness  to  me  ; 
There  is  no  rest,  my  God  I    no  peace  apart  from 
thee. 

Come,    gentle   Death!    though   I   have   feared  thee 
long, 
And  thou  art  dreadful  still  to  mortal  sense ; 
Come  !  thou  art  stingless  now.     I  did  thee  wrong ; 

Thou  shalt  but  aid  me  to  escape  from  hence ; 
Come !  I  can  meet  thee ;  for  the  Conqueror's  arm 
Upholds  my  shrinking  soul,    and  shields   me  from 
alarm. 

Looking  to  Jesus  with  a  steadfast  eye, 
Clad  in  his  righteousness,  my  robe  divine. 

Come  !  for  thy  boasted  terrors  I  defy : 

Poor,  harmless,  shadowy  phantom  !  he  is  mine. 

My  life  is  bound  in  his^  whose  living  word 

Cries  that  the  dead  are  blest,   when  dying  in  the 
Lord. 

1  see  him  shining  on  his  throne  of  light — 

The   Lamb   that  hath   been   slain,   and   slain   for 
me — 
The  King  of  glory  !     Of  all  power  and  might, 

The  Lord  and  Cod ;  by  whose  most  liigh  decree 
The  vile,  the  guilty,  trusting  in  his  name, 
A  dying  wretch  like  me,  eternal  life  may  claim. 


586  Hymns    of 

This  is  my  confidence,  tLat  I  am  his ; 

That  I  believe,  repent,  and  am  forgiven ; 
That  I  adore,  and  love,  and  meekly  kiss 

His  garment's  hem,  and  thus  I  look  to  heaven : 
Lord,  thou  wilt  not  deceive  me  !  Faithful  Friend, 
^Yilt  thou  not  take  me  home?      When   shall   my 
journey  end  ? 


\^T 


(Kuening    (ITwjiligljt. 

Hail  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day  ! 

Begone  disturbing  care  I 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away 

To  him  who  heareth  prayer. 

How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence, 

Before  his  throne  of  grace. 
While,  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 

He  shows  his  smihng  face. 

How  sweet,  through  long-remembered  years, 

His  mercies  to  recall, 
And,  pressed  with  wants  and  griefs  and  fears, 

To  trust  his  love  for  all. 

How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky. 
And  hear  him  call  his  children  up 

To  his  fair  home  on  high. 


THE    Church    Militant. 

Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven, 
To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 

So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 
Eetire  to  glorious  rest. 


ills    Sliepijerb. 

0  HAD  I  an  angel's  harp  and  tongue, 
And  a  heart  like  that  for  which  I  pray, 

The  praise  which  has  long  through  heaven  rung, 
Should  be  sounded  forth  on  earth  today ! 

The  Lord  rny  shepherd !  who  can  make  known 

The  love  and  pity  that  he  hath  shewn  ? 

When  the  ninety  and  nine  were  in  the  fold. 
And  I  a  poor  Avanderer  far  away  ; 

In  a  region  of  sin  and  fears  untold, 
With  every  thought  and  wish  astray : 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd,  with  tender  care. 

Sought  me  and  found  me,  even  there ! 

He  set  my  feet  in  his  chosen  road, 
And  then  the  waters  of  joy  and  peace 

He  on  my  weary  soul  bestowed. 

And  bade  their  measure  still  increase. 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  !  alas  how  far 

Below  his  mercy  my  praises  are  ! 

For  every  day  that  has  since  gone  by, 
As  well  as  the  years  that  went  before, 

His  love  has  followed  my  steps,  but  I 
Ha^e  been  a  poor  sinner,  and  no  more  I 


588  Hymns    of 

Ready  to  rove  and  disobey, 

And  murmuring  when  he  hedged  my  way. 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  !  he  is  the  same, — 
He  doth  not  measure  his  love  by  mine ; 

True  and  unchangeable  is  his  name. 
His  love  and  pity  are  all  divine : 

He  doth  remember  when  I  forget, — 

And  therefore  I  think  he'll  keep  me  yet. 

I  bless  him  now  for  that  hedge  of  thorn  I 
Far  better  than  flowers  it  was  for  me : 

In  every  sorrow  that  I  have  borne, 
I  might,  if  I  would,  his  blessing  see. 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd !  he  hath  done  all 

My  wandering  heart  to  him  to  call. 

He  ever  leadeth  his  little  flock. 
He  gave  his  life  their  life  to  buy, — 

Their  flowing  fountain  and  shadowing  rock- 
They  cannot  faint,  while  he  is  nigh. 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  1  0  I  will  be 

Forever  devoted  unto  thee ! 


2ri)e    Jfnroatb    tour  fa  re. 

Strange  and  mysterious  is  my  life, 

What  opposites  I  feel  within  I 
A  stable  peace,  a  constant  strife ; 
The  rule  of  grace,  the  power  of  sin  : 
Too  often  I  am  captive  led. 
Yet  daily  triumph  in  my  Head. 


THE    Church    Militant.        589 

I  prize  the  privilege  of  prayer, 

But  oh !  what  backwardness  to  pray  1 
Though  on  the  Lord  I  cast  my  care, 
I  feel  its  burden  every  day  ; 
I  seek  his  will  in  all  I  do, 
Yet  find  my  own  is  working  too. 

I  call  the  promises  my  own, 

And  prize  them  more  than  mines  of  gold ; 
Yet  though  their  sweetness  I  have  known. 
They  leave  me  unimpressed  and  cold : 
One  hour  upon  the  truth  I  feed, 
The  next,  I  know  not  what  I  read. 

I  love  the  day  of  holy  rest, 

When  Jesus  meets  his  gathered  saints ; 
Sweet  day,  of  all  the  week  the  best ; 
For  its  return  my  spirit  pants ; 
Yet  often  through  my  unbelief, 
It  proves  a  day  of  guilt  and  grief. 

While  on  my  Saviour  I  rely, 

I  know  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim; 
And  therefore  dare  their  power  defy, 
Assured  of  conquest  through  his  name; 
But  soon  my  confidence  is  slain, 
And  all  my  fears  return  again. 

Thus  different  powers  Avithin  me  strive, 
And  grace  and  sin  by  turns  prevail ; 
I  grieve,  rejoice,  dechne,  revive. 

And  victory  hangs  in  doubtful  scale  : 
But  Jesus  has  his  promise  passed, 
Tha  :  grace  shall  overcome  at  last. 
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690  Hymns    of 


§ope   in   tl)e    (Covenant. 

Ho"W  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
To  rend  mj  soul  from  thee  my  God ! 

But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord, 
Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace  ; 

Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praisa 

Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 
Aly  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies : 

Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise. 

The  gospel  bears  my  spirits  up ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 

Li  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 


9ri)e   jB  eggar. 

Encouraged  by  thy  word, 
Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door ! 
No  hand,  no  heart,  0  Lord,  but  tliine, 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 


THE   Church   Militant.         591 

The  beggar's  usual  plea, 

Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
If  ofifered  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  wouldst  disdain ; 
And  pleas  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 

I  have  no  right  to  say, 

That  though  I  now  am  poor. 
Yet  once  there  was  a  day 
When  I  possessed  more  : 
Thou  know'st  that  from  my  very  birth 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

Nor  can  I  dare  profess. 
As  beggars  often  do. 
Though  great  is  my  distress, 
My  faults  have  been  but  few. 
If  thou  shouldst  leave  my  soul  to  starve, 
It  would  be  well  what  I  deserve. 

'Twere  folly  to  pretend 

I  never  begged  before ; 
Or  if  thou  now  befriend, 
I'll  trouble  thee  no  more : 
Thou  often  hast  relieved  my  pain. 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 

For  such  a  dog  as  I, 
No  less  than  children's  food 

My  soul  can  satisfy. 


592  Hymns    of 

0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go, 

1  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow. 

Nor  can  I  wilhng  be 

Thy  bounty  to  conceal 
From  others,  who  like  me, 
Their  wants  and  hunger  feel : 
I'D  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 

Thy  thoughts,  thou  only  wise  ! 

Our  thoughts  and  ways  transcend. 
Far  as  the  arched  skies 
Above  the  earth  extend  : 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  bear, 
But  God  receives  a  beggar's  prayer. 


Mix  to   lesus. 

See  a  poor  sinner,  dearest  Lord, 
Whose  soul  encouraged  by  thy  word, 
At  mercy's  footstool  would  remain. 
And  then  would  look,  "  and  look  again." 

How  oft  deceived  by  self  and  pride, 
Has  my  poor  heart  been  turned  aside ; 
And,  Jonah-like,  has  fled  from  thee. 
Till  thou  hast  looked  again  on  me  I 

Ah  !  bring  a  wretched  wanderer  home 
And  to  thy  footstool  let  me  come  I 


THE   Church   Militant.  593 

And  tell  thee  all  my  grief  aud  pain, 
And  wait,  and  look,  and  look  again. 

Do  fears  and  doubts  thy  soul  annoy, 
Do  thundering  tempests  drown  thy  joy  ? 
And  canst  thou  not  one  smile  obtain  ? 
Yet  wait,  and  look,  and  look  again. 

Take  courage  then,  my  trembhng  soul. 
One  look  from  Christ  will  make  thee  whole,  — 
Trust  thou  in  him,  'tis  not  in  vain. 
But  wait,  and  look,  and  look  again. 

Look  to  the  Lord,  his  word,  his  throne  : 
Look  to  his  grace,  and  not  your  own : 
There  wait  and  look,  and  look  again ; 
You  shall  not  wait,  nor  look  in  vain. 

Ere  long  that  happy  day  will  come. 
When  I  shall  reach  my  blissful  home ; 
And  when  to  glory  I  attain, 
0  then  I'll  look,  and  look  again. 


iraitli    fainting. 

Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 

I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face. 
And  fea"  it  will  never  be  mine : 


594  Hymns   of 

Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load, 

All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 
And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  Grod. 

Shine,  Lord  !  and  my  terror  shall  cease ; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I : 
Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice. 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold  ; 
I  thirst  for  thy  Spirit  with  cries 

And  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 

If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn. 

My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return. 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep : 
While  harassed  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 

The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 
"  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite ; 

Thy  G-od  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  designed 

No  covenant  blessing  for  me. 
Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee? 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  only  resource : 
If  e'er  thou  art  Lord  of  my  heart 

Thy  Spirit  nmst  take  it  by  force. 


THE   Church   Militant.         595 


0>  ur    0  ur  et2. 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

He  ever  Hves  above. 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Eeceived  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
They  strongly  plead  for  me  ; — 
Forgive  him,  0  forgive,  they  cry. 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  : 
He  cannot  turn  away 
The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  teUs  me  I  am  born  of  God. 


696  Hymns    of 

My  Grod  is  reconciled ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear : 
He  owns  me  for  his  cliild ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  di-aw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 


Lord,  my  times  are  in  thy  hand  ; 
All  my  fondest  hopes  have  planned, 
To  thy  wisdom  I  resign, 
And  would  make  thy  purpose  mine. 

Thou  my  daily  task  shalt  give  ; 
Day  by  day  to  thee  I  live : 
So  shall  added  years  fulfil 
Not  my  own,  my  Father's  will 

Fond  ambition,  whisper  not ; 
Happy  is  my  humble  lot ; 
Anxious,  busy  cares,  away ; 
I'm  provided  for,  today. 

0  to  live  exempt  from  care, 
By  the  energy  of  prayer, 
Strong  in  faith,  with  mhid  subdued, 
Yet  elate  with  gratitude ! 


THE    Church    Militant.         597 


tOill    Be    alao    (5o    ^tuaD. 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

Alas  !  what  numbers  do  ! 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

''  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?" 

Ah,  Lord !  Avith  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  dedine. 

And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

Yet  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  hke  me. 
To  whom  or  whither  could  I  go, 

If  T  should  turn  from  thee  ? 

Beyond  a  doubt  I  rest  assured 

Thou  art  the  Christ  of  Grod, 
Who  hast  eternal  life  secured 

By  promise  and  by  blood- 

The  help  of  men  and  angels  joined 
Could  never  reach  my  case  ; 

Nor  can  I  hope  rehef  to  find, 
But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 

No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest. 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  like  thine  can  make  me  blessed, 

And  satisiy  my  heart 


598  Hymns    of 

What  anguish  has  that  question  stirre  i, 

If  I  will  also  go  ? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 

I  humbly  answer,  No. 


130  nub    for    tl)e    ltinigb0m 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim,  stranger, 

Wandering  through  this  gloomy  vale  ? 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger. 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail? 
ISTo  1  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom  ; 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
Hallelujah !  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me. 
Travelling  through  this  lonely  void ; 

But  no  ill  shall  e'er  befall  me. 

While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  Guide. 
0  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 

Such  a  Guide !  no  guide  attends  thee, 
Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise ; 

If  some  guardian  power  defends  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes : 
0  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 

Yes,  unseen  ;  but  still  believe  me, 
Such  a  guide  my  steps  attends ; 

He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end  : 
For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 


THE    Church   Militant.         599 

Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  rolling  through  the  vale ; 
Should  its  boisterous  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 

Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No  !  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 

No  :  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend ; 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful ; 

There  ray  pilgrimage  will  end. 
For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 

While  I  gazed,  with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the  vale  she  plunged  from  sight ; 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  clothed  in  light ! 
0  she's  gone  to  the  kingdom, — 
Will  you  folloiu  her  to  glory  ? 
Hallelujah !  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 


tobat  ittcancst  ^Tljon,  ©  Sleeper. 

Sinner  !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep. 
Wake — and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Raise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead : 
Jesus  waits  his  Hght  to  shed. 

Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death, 
See  the  bright  and  hving  path  : 
Watchful  tread  tliat  path  ;  be  wise ; — 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 


600  Hymns    of 

Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy.  time ; 
Life  secure  without  delay, 
Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still, 
Called  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will : 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 


Qixnz    Uicl)  es. 

Lord,  shall  we  part  with  gold  for  dross, 

With  solid  good  for  show  ? 
Outhve  our  bliss  and  mourn  our  loss 

In  everlasting  woe  ? 

Let  us  not  lose  the  living  God, 
For  one  short  dream  of  joy : 

With  fond  embrace  cHng  to  a  clod, 
And  fling  all  heaven  away. 

Vain  world,  thy  weak  attempts  forbear, 

We  all  thy  charms  defy ; 
And  rate  our  precious  souls  too  dear, 

For  all  thy  wealth  to  buy. 


THE    Church    Militant.         601 


I    Sijall   No^    tDant. 

Thou  AU-sufficient  One ! 
Who  art 
The  chosen  portion  of  my  heart ' 
Other  rejoicing  need  I  none. 
I  can  find  all  in  thee, 
Thou  chiefest  good  to  me ! 
Who  has  thee,  is  satisfied ; 
Who  by  thee  doth  still  abide, 
Is  no  more  lonely,  at  thy  side. 

To  whom  thou  dost  reveal 
Thy  face, 
He  fives  in  joy  in  every  place, — 
In  every  time  has  what  he  will. 
Who  in  his  deep  heart-ground 
To  thee  is  firmly  bound. 
Still  and  joyful,  knows  no  fear. 
Earth  costs  him  no  bitter  tear — 
Earth  grows  dim  when  thou  art  near 

0  highest  joy  of  joy  I 
True  rest ! 
Comfort  of  every  aching  breast ! 
Whom  can  earth  trouble  or  annoy. 
W;riom  thou  art  near  to  bless — ■ 
Who  does  thy  love  possess  r 
All  I  seek  for  out  of  th'^r^ 
Hindrance  to  my  joy  might  be, 
And  diminish  peace  in  me. 
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602  HrMNS     OF 

Whom  thou  dost  call  thy  child, 
Thine  own, — 
By  all  on  earth  may  be  unknown, 
Bv  all  on  earth  may  be  reviled  ;— 
v\^hat  then  ?  if  God  be  his, 
He  needs  no  other  bhss. 
If  I  know  that  I  have  thee, 
Life  and  strength  and  joy  may  flee, 
Gfriefs  may  come — they  move  not  me. 

Come,  0  thou  Blessed  One, 
My  choice  ! 
Now  in  thy  Hght  make  me  rejoice. 

Come,  fill  the  soul  which  thou  hast  won. 
Come  take  the  whole,  that  I 
To  thee  may  live  and  die. 
I  am  thine,  0  be  thou  mine, 
Until  in  yonder  life  divine 
Thy  face  shall  on  me  fully  shine  I 


^caich   bji    illerrg. 

Sm  fcusiaved  me  many  years, 

And  led  me  bound  and  blind  ; 
Till  at  length  a  thousand  fears 

Came  swarming  o'er  my  mind. 
Where,  (said  I  in  deep  distress,) 

Will  these  sinful  pleasures  end  ? 
How  shall  i  secure  my  peace, 

And  make  the.  Lord  my  friend  9 


THE    Church   Militant.         f»0" 

Friends  and  ministers  said  mucH 

The  gospel  to  enforce  ; 
But  my  blindness  still  was  such, 

I  chose  a  legal  course  : 
Much  I  fasted,  watched,  and  strove, 

Scarce  would  show  my  face  abroad. : 
Feared  almost  to  speak  or  move — 

A  stranger  still  to  Grod. 

Thus  afraid  to  trust  his  grace, 

Long  time  did  I  rebel  ; 
Till  despairing  of  my  case, 

Down  at  his  feet  I  fell : 
Then  my  stubborn  heart  he  broke, 

And  subdued  me  to  liis  sway ; 
By  a  simple  word  he  spoke — 

"  Thy  sins  are  done  away." 


®l)e   Atonement   of  (II)ri3t 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  Grod 

By  methods  of  our  own : 
Jesus,  there's  nothing  but  thy  blood 

Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

The  threatenings  of  thy  broken  law 
Impress  our  souls  with  dread  • 

If  God  his  sword  ot  vengance  araw, 
It  strikes  our  spirits  dead. 


604  Hymns    of 

But  t-jluL'  illustrious  sacrifice, 
Hath  answered  these  demands, 

And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Come  down  by  Jesus'  hands. 

Here  all  the  ancient  types  agree, — 

The  altar  and  the  lamb  ; 
And  prophe'^  in  their  visions  see 

Salvation  through  his  name. 

'Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  0  Lord ; 

'Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest ; 
For  ever  be  thy  love  adored, 

Thy  name  for  ever  blest. 


Jescs,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee. 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin : 
Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in. 

Pity  and  sttve  my  sin-sick  soul ; 
'Tis  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole  ; 
Dark,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine. 
And  lost,  I  am,  till  thou  art  mine. 

At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee : 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work  an.i  only  thina 


THE    Church   Militant.         605 

What  can  I  say  thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin, — but  thoj  art  love  : 
I  give  up  every  plea  beside, — 
Lord,  I  am  lost — but  thou  hast  died. 


Lord,  my  house  of  clay 
Doth  crumble  every  day ; 
Hear  me,  thou  in  vrhom  I  trust. 
Bring  me  gently  unto  dust. 

Let  my  end  be  peace, 
Let  eyesight  softly  cease, 
And  these  failing  hands  of  mine 
Gently  be  unclasped  by  thine. 

When  I  come  to  die, 

Then  let  me  quiet  He 
Even  as  one  gone  to  sleep, 
Li  that  other  rest  more  deep. 

Yet  thy  will  be  done  1 
For  when  the  fight  is  woa 

I  shall  be  in  endless  rest, 

I  shall  ^e  forever  blest. 

Stay  thou  in  my  heart. 
Who  its  sole  portion  art : 
Even  death-pains  then  shall  be 
aood  and  welcome  unto  me. 
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d06  Hymns    of 

Jesus'  blood  applied, 
My  soul  hath  justified ; 
Flesh  and  heart  may  sunder  then— 
They  shall  be  made  one  again. 

For  thy  mercy's  sake, 
My  spirit,  Jesus,  take  ; 
Now  death  breaks  its  house  away, 
And  would  fain  the  inmate  slay. 

Tet  this  dust  shall  rise 

In  glory  to  the  skies : 
There  shall  I  my  Jesus  see, 
And  his  face  wiU  shine  on  me  1 


®  I)  e    iU  ti  i  n  g    (E  I)  r  i  s  t  i  a  n  . 

My  soul's  full  of  glory,  inspiring  my  tongue, 
Could  I  meet  with  the  angels,  I'd  sing  them  a  song  ; 
I'd  sing  of  my  Jesus,  and  tell  of  his  charms. 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me  to  his  loving  arms. 

Methinks  they're  descending  to  hear  while  I  sing, 
Well  pleased  to  hear  mortals  praising  their  king ; 
0 !  angels,  -  0 !  angels,  my  soul's  in  a  flame  • 
I  faint  in  sweet  rapture  at  Jesus's  name. 

Oh,  Jesus !  oh  Jesus !  thou  balm  of  my  soul, 
'Twas  thou,  my  dear  Jesus,  that  made  my  heart  whole ; 
Oh  bring  me  to  view  thee,  thou  preciour.  sweet  King 
In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 


THE    Church    Militant.        607 

Sweet  Spirit !  attend  me,  till  Jesus  shall  come, 
Protect  and  defend  me  until  I'm  called  home ; 
Though  worms  my  poor  body  may  claim  as  their  prey, 
'Twill  outshine,  when  rising,  the  sun  at  noonday. 

The  sun  shall  be  darkened,  the  moon  turned  to  blood, 
The  mountains  all  melt  at  the  presence  of  God ; 
Red  lightnings  may  flash,  and  loud  thunders  may  roar, 
All  this  cannot  daunt  me  on  Canaan's  blest  shore. 

A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  surprises  my  soul, 
I  sink  in  sweet  visions  to  view  the  bright  goal; 
My  soul,  wliile  I'm  singing,  is  leaping  to  go, 
This  moment  for  heaven  I'd  leave  all  below. 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren, — my  Lord  bids  me  come 
Farewell,  my  dear  sisters, — ^I'm  now  going  home ; 
Bright  angels  are  whispering  so  sweet  in  my  ear.-  - 
Away  to  my  Saviour  my  spirit  they'll  bear. 

I'm  going, — I'm  going ;  but  what  do  I  see ! 
'Tis  Jesus  in  glory  appears  unto  me. 
I'm  going, — I'm  going, — I'm  going, — I'm  gone  I — 
Oh  glory !  oh  glory ! — 'tis  done, — it  is  done. — 

To  the  regions  of  glory  the  spirit  is  fled. 
And  left  this  poor  body  inactive  and  dead ; 
With  angelic  armies  for  ever  to  blaze, 
On  Jesus's  beauties  for  ever  to  ffaze. 


t)^ 


When  the  six  seals  shall  open,  the  trumpet  shall  sound 
To  awake  God's  dear  children,  that  sleep  under  ground; 
Their  souls  and  their  bodies  shall  tiien  join  in  one. 
And  each  f^om  their  Saviour  receive  a  bright  crown. 


tf08  Hymns   of 


3:1)2    Qlotn  forts. 

I  JotJRNEY  through  a  desert  drear  and  wild ; 
Yet  is  my  heart  by  such  sweet  thoughts  beguiled^ 
Of  him  on  whom  I  lean — my  strength,  my  stay, 
I  can  forget  the  sorrows  of  the  way. 

Thoughts  of  his  love ! — ^the  root  of  every  grace 
Wliich  finds  in  this  poor  heart  a  dwelling-place ; 
The  sunshine  of  my  soul,  than  day  more  bright, 
And  my  calm  pillow  of  repose  by  night. 

Thoughts  of  liis  sojourn  in  this  vale  of  tears  1 — 
The  tale  of  love  unfolded  in  those  years 
Of  sinless  suffering,  and  of  patient  grace. 
I  love  again,  and  yet  again,  to  trace. 

Thoughts  of  liis  glory  ! — on  the  cross  I  gaze, 
And  there  behold  its  sad,  yet  healing  rays ; 
Beacon  of  hope,  which,  lifted  up  on  high, 
Illumes  with  heavenly  Hght  the  tear-dimmed  eye. 

Thoughts  of  liis  coming  I  for  that  joyful  day 
In  patient  hope  I  watch,  and  wait,  and  pray  ; 
The  dawn  draws  nigh,  the  midnight  shadows  flee,- 
And  what  a  sunrise  will  that  adv(  \  %  be  I 

Thus  while  I  journey  on,  my  Lord  to  meet, 
My  thoughts  and  meditations  are  so  sweet — 
Of  him  on  whom  I  lean — my  stpingth,  my  stay, 
I  can  forget  the  sorrows  of  the  ^^  vt. 


THE  Church  Militant.         609 


testis,    the    pilot. 

Jesus,  at  thy  command, 

I  launch  into  the  deep ; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep ; 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

What  tho'  the  seas  are  broad  ? 

What  tho'  the  waves  are  strong  ? 
What  tho'  tempestuous  storms 
Distress  me  all  along  ? 
Yet  what  are  seas  or  stormy  wind, 
Compared  to  Christ,  the  sinner's  friend. 

Thou  art  my  Pilot  wise ; 

My  compass  is  thy  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies. 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

Through  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 

Though  aU  my  passage  lie  ; 
Yet  thou  wilt  safely  keep. 

And  guide  me  with  thine  eye ; 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride. 


610  Hymns    of 

By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  j9y  to  Jesus'  breast. 
Oh  may  I  reach  the  heai  anly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more ! 

Whene'er  becalmed  I  he. 

And  storms  and  winds  subside ; 
Lord,  to  my  succour  fly, 

And  keep  me  near  thy  side  : 
For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread. 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

Come,  heavenly  Wind,  and  blow 

A  pra'^perous  gale  of  grace. 
To  waft  me  from  below. 

To  heaven,  my  destined  place : 
Then  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


€  tJ  e  n   0  0. 


Step  by  step  my  course  doth  tend 
To  the  grave,  its  final  end ; 
Thence  by  Jesus  I  shall  rise, 
With  glancing  plumage  to  the  skies  I 
How  heavy  my  sin-burden  lies  f 
Oh  that  my  Lord  would  come ! 

Here  for  every  hour  and  day 
Measure  full  of  care  I  pay  ; 


THE    Church   Militant.  61 J 

Yonder  opens  to  my  sight 
An  unclouded  morning  light. 
Eternity  is  still  and  bright. 

Oh  that  my  Lord  would  come  I 

Here  the  flowers  bloom  and  fall, 
Precious  things  fade  first  of  all : 

Yonder,  in  the  heavenly  land, 
Our  treasures  shall  immortal  stand ; 
There  joy-harvests  wait  our  hand ; 
Oh  that  my  Lord  would  come ! 

Here  our  springs  of  water  fail — 
Frost  doth  freeze,  and  drought  prevail. 
There  a  river  sweet  and  clear, 
Wherein  falleth  not  one  tear, 
By  the  throne  of  God  flows  near. 
Oh  that  my  Lord  would  come ! 

Lord,  thou  buildest  this  weak  clay 
To  thy  hidden  life,  today  ; 
Yonder,  from  thy  throne,  wilt  thou 
Crown  with  glory  each  poor  brow. 
Oh  that  I  were  with  angels  now  I 
Oh  that  my  Lord  would  come ! 


She    WiBc\)axQc   in   tliat    tOar. 

It  is  not  death  to  die — 
To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And,  'midst  the  brotherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 


612  Hymns    of 

It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears^ 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain,  to  breathe  the  air 
Of  boundless  liberty. 

It  is  not  death  to  fling 
Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  Life  ! 
Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reio;n  with  thee  on  hisrh. 


Strengtl)   Jpromiseb. 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 
To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 

Laying  hold  upon  this  word, 

"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace — 

"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  ba"" 


THE   Church   Militant.         613 

Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  mayst  see ; 
This  is  still  my  sweet  rehef — 

"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

Kock  of  ages,  I'm  secure, 

With  thy  promise,  full  and  free, 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure ; 

"As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 


Father,  into  thy  loving  hands 

My  feeble  spirit  I  commit, 
While  wandering  in  these  Border-lands, 

Until  thy  voice  shall  summon  it. 

Father,  I  would  not  dare  to  choose 
A  longer  life, — an  earlier  death  ; 

I  know  not  what  my  soul  might  lose 
By  shortened,  or  protracted  breath. 

These  Border-lands  are  calm  and  stUl, 
And  solemn  are  their  silent  shades ; 

And  my  heart  welcomes  them,  until 
The  hght  of  life's  long  evening  fades. 

I  heard  them  spoken  of  with  dread. 
As  fearful,  and  unquiet  places ; 

Shades,  where  the  living  and  the  dead 
Look  sad/  r  in  each  other's  faces, 
52 


614  Hymns    of 

But  since  tliy  hand  hath  led  me  here, 
And  I  have  seen  the  Border-land ; 

Seen  the  dark  river  flowmg  near ; 
Stood  on  its  brink,  as  now  I  stand  : 

There  has  been  nothing  to  alarm 

My  trembling  soul ;  how  could  I  fear 

While  thus  encircled  with  thine  arm  ? 
I  never  felt  thee  half  so  near. 

What  should  appal  me  in  a  place 
That  brings  me  hourly  nearer  thee, 

Where  I  may  almost  see  thy  face — 
Surely  'tis  here  my  soul  would  be  I 

They  say  the  waves  are  dark  and  deep, — 
That  faith  hath  perished  in  the  river ; 

They  speak  of  death  with  fear, — and  weep ; 
Shall  my  soul  perish  ?  Never,  never  1 

I  know  that  thou  wilt  never  leave 
The  soul  that  trembles  while  it  clings 

To  thee  ;  I  know  thou  wilt  achieve 

Its  passage  on  thine  outstretched  wings. 

I  cannot  see  the  golden  gate 
Unfolding  yet  to  welcome  me ; 

I  cannot  yet  anticipate 

The  joy  of  heaven's  jubilee. 

But  I  will  calmly  watch  and  pray 
'  Until  I  hear  my  Saviour's  voice 
Calling  my  happy  soul  away, 
To  see  his  glory,  and  rejoice. 


THE    Church    Militant.         61,-^ 


Sri)c   NinetB-first   paalm. 

Whence  doth  come  my  peace,  my  joy  ? 

Sorrows  everywhere  abound, — 
God  in  anger  doth  destroy, 
And  his  judgments  earth  confound  ; 
Fears  are  rife  in  every  part. 
Whence  doth  come  my  peace,  my  joy? 
Jesus  dwelleth  in  my  heart. 

How  am  I  so  calm  and  still 

When  destruction  walks  abroad  ? 
Thousands  here  the  grave  do  fill. 
Thousands  there  are  on  the  road. 
Over  all  death  shakes  his  dart  I 
How  am  I  so  calm  and  still  ? 
Jesus  dwelleth  in  my  heart. 

What  can  keep  away  my  fear  ? 
Passing  on  from  door  to  door 
Pestilence  flies  far  and  near. 
Slaying  daily  more  and  more, 
Making  the  strong-hearted  start. 
What  can  keep  away  my  fear  ? 
Jesus  dwelleth  in  my  heart. 

And  my  soul  more  tender  grows 

For  the  fearful  things  I  see ; 
I  the  dying  eyes  can  close, 
Go  to  all  that  send  for  me. 
All  the  help  I  can,  impart : 
Yes,  my  soul  more  tender  grows : 
Jesus  dwelleth  in  my  heart. 


616  Hymns    of 

Let  death  come,  and  vanquish  me, 

Death  cannot  my  soul  alarm  ; 
Though  the  city  I  can  see 

Hung  with  mourning  by  his  arm. 

Conquering  Death,  thou  conquered  art  I 
Let  him  come  and  vanquish  me, 
Jesus  dwelleth  in  my  heart. 

I  have  treasures  more  than  earth. 

In  a  casket  valueless, 
I  was  poor  and  nothing  worth, 
I  am  rich,  and  all  possess. 
Never  can  my  wealth  depart, 
I  have  treasures  more  than  earth. 
Jesus  dwelleth  in  my  heart. 


^  Sight  of  igeatjen  in  Sickness. 

Oft  have  I  sat  in  secret  sighs, 

To  feel  my  flesh  decay. 
Then  groaned  aloud  with  frightened  eyes, 

To  view  the  tottering  clay. 

But  I  forbid  my  sorrows  now, 
Nor  dares  the  flesh  complain : 

Diseases  bring  their  profit  too ; 
The  joy  o'ercomes  the  pain. 

My  cheerful  soul  now  all  the  day 

Sits  waiting  here  and  sings ; 
Looks  through  the  ruins  of  her  clay, 

And  practises  her  wings. 


THE    Church   Militant.         617 

Faith  almost  changes  into  sight, 

While  from  afar  she  spies 
Her  fair  inheritance  in  Ught 

Above  created  skies. 

Had  but  the  prison  walls  been  strong, 

And  firm  without  a  flaw, 
In  darkness  she  had  dwelt  too  Ions:, 

And  less  of  glory  saw. 

But  now  the  everlasting  hills 

Through  every  chink  appear, 
And  something  of  the  joy  she  feels 

While  she's  a  prisoner  here. 

The  shines  of  heaven  rush  sweetly  in 

At  all  the  gaping  flaws ; 
Visions  of  endless  bhss  are  seen  ; 

And  native  air  she  draws. 

0  may  these  walls  stand  tottering  still, 

The  breaches  never  close, 
If  I  must  here  in  darkness  dwell, 

And  all  this  glory  lose. 

Or  rather  let  this  flesh  decay, 

The  ruins  wider  grow. 
Till  glad  to  see  the  enlarged  way, 

I  stretch  my  pinions  through. 
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618  Hymns    of 


Sing  praise  !  the  tomb  is  void 
Where  the  Redeemer  lay ; 

Sing  of  our  bonds  destroyed, 
Our  darkness  turned  to  day. 

Weep  for  your  dead  no  more  ; 

Friends,  be  of  joyful  cheer ; 
Our  Star  moves  on  before. 

Our  narrow  path  shines  clear. 

He  who,  so  patiently. 

The  crown  of  thorns  did  wear, — ■ 
He  hath  gone  up  on  high ; 

Our  hope  is  with  him  there. 

Now  is  his  truth  revealed. 

His  majesty  and  might  ; 
The  grave  has  been  unsealed ; 

Christ  is  our  life  and  light. 

He  who  for  men  did  weep, 
Suffer,  and  bleed,  and  die, — 

First-fruits  of  them  that  sleep, — 
Christ  has  gone  up  on  high. 

His  victory  hath  destroyed 

The  shafts  that  once  could  slay : 

Sing  praise  !  the  tomb  is  void 
Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 


THE    Church    Militant.         619 


£  ear   H^  o  t. 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears, 

Be  mercy  all  your  ,theme ; 
Mercy,  which  like  a  river  flows 

In  one  continual  stream. 

Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell, 
Grod  will  these  powers  restrain ; 

His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good, 

He  will  for  his  provide  ; 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food. 

And  all  they  need  beside. 

Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 
Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 

He's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Or  death's  tremendous  sting  ; 

He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

You  in  his  wisdom,  power,  and  grace. 

May  confidently  trust ; 
FTia  wisdom  guides,  his  power  protects, 

His  grace  rewards  the  just. 


820     .  Hymns   OF 


to  e  ep   Not. 

Weep  not — Jesus  lives  on  higb, 

O  sad  and  wearied  one ! 

If  thou  with  the  burden  sigh 

Of  grief  thou  canst  not  shun. 

Trust  him  still, 

Soon  there  wHI 

Roses  in  the  thicket  stand, 

Groshen  smile  in  Egypt's  land. 

Weep  not — Jesus  thinks  of  thee 

When  all  beside  forget, 
And  on  thee  so  lovingly 
His  faithfulness  hath  set, 
That  though  all 
Ruined  fall, 
Every  thing  on  earth  be  shaken, 
Thou  wilt  never  be  forsaken. 


Weep  not — Jesus  heareth  thee, 
Hears  thy  moanings  broken, 
Hears  when  thou  right  wearily 
All  thy  grief  hast  spoken. 
Raise  thy  cry, 
He  is  nigh. 
And  when  waves  roll  full  in  view. 
He  shall  fix  their  "  Hitherto." 


Church    Militant.         621 

.¥  eep  not — Jesus  loveth  thee, 

Though  all  around  may  scorn, 
And  though  poisoned  arrows  be 
Upon  thy  buclder  borne. 
With  his  love, 
Nought  can  move  ; 
All  may  fail — yet  only  wait, 
He  shall  make  the  crooked  straight. 

Weep  not — Jesus  cares  for  thee, 

Then  what  of  good  can  fail  ? 
Why  shouldst  thou  thus  gloomily 
At  thought  of  trouble  quail  ? 
He  Will  bear 
All  thy  care ; 
And  if  he  the  burden  take, 
He  will  all  things  perfect  make. 

Weep  not — Jesus  comforts  thee, 

He  yet  shall  come  and  save, 
And  each  sorrow  thou  shalt  see 
Lie  buried  in  thy  grave. 
Sin  shall  die, 
Grief  shall  fly, 
Thou  hast  wept  thy  latest  tears 
When  the  Lord  of  life  appears  1 


622  Hymns    of 


Song  of  t[)c  ^^nnbreir  anh  iTortg 
anh  font  (S^ljousanb. 

What  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song : 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  every  hour." 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod ; 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name  : 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might. 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  ; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears, 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes, 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 


THE    Church    Militant.        623 


^t   ^ottte   in   ^eatjen. 

"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  I" 
Amen ;  so  let  it  be ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortaUty. 

Here  in  the  body  pent, 
Absent  from  him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul,  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  far-seeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  1 

Ah !  then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 
And  all  my  prospect  flies. 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

Anon  the  clouds  depart. 

The  winds  and  waters  cease. 
While  sweetly  o'er  my  gladdened  heart, 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 


624  Hymns    of 

Beneath  its  glowing  arch, 
Along  the  hallowed  ground, 
I  see  cherubic  armies  march, 
A  camp  of  fire  around. 

I  hear  at  morn  and  even, 
At  noon  and  midnight  hour, 
The  choral  harmonies  of  heaven 

Earth's  Babel  tongues  o'erpower. 

Then,  then  I  feel  that  he, 
(Remembered  or  forgot,) 
The  Lord,  is  never  far  from  me, 
Though  I  perceive  him  not. 

In  darkness  as  in  hght. 
Hidden  alike  from  view, 
I  sleep,  I  wake,  as  in  his  sight. 
Who  looks  all  nature  through. 

AU  that  I  am,  have  been. 
All  that  I  yet  may  be, 
He  sees  at  once,  as  he  hath  seen, 
And  shall  for  ever  see. 

How  can  I  meet  his  eyes  ? 
Mine  on  the  cross  I  cast 
And  own  my  Hfe  a  Saviour's  prize, 
Mercy  from  first  to  last. 

"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  I" 
— Father,  if  'tis  thy  wiU, 


THE    Church   Militant.         625 

The  promise  of  that  faithful  "word, 
Even  here  to  me  fulfil. 

Be  thou  at  my  right  hand, 
Then  can  I  never  fail  ; 
Uphold  thou  me,  and  I  shall  stand, 
rjg]it,  and  I  must  prevail. 

So  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

Knowing  as  I  am  known. 
How  shall  I  love  that  word. 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 

Then,  though  the  soul  enjoy 
Communion  high  and  sweet, 
While  Avorms  this  body  must  destroy, 
Both  shall  in  glory  meet. 

The  trump  of  final  doom 

Will  speak  the  selfsame  word, 
And  Heaven's  voice  thunder  through  the  tomb. 
'•  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 

The  tomb  shall  echo  deep 

That  death-awakening  sound ; 
The  saints  shall  hear  it  in  their  sleep, 
And  answer  from  the  ground. 
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626       The   Church    Militant. 

Then,  upward  as  they  fly, 
That  resurrection-word, 
Shall  be  their  shout  of  victory, 
"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 

That  resurrection-word, 
That  shout  of  victory, 
Once  more, — "  For  ever  with  the  Lord  f* 
Amen ;  so  let  it  he  I 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


PAOK 

A  CHAEGE  to  keep  I  have C.  Wesley.  3 

A  debtor  to  mercy  alone Toplady,  283 

A  fountain  of  life  and  of  grace ...   C.  Wesley.  440 

Ah,  dearest  Lord,  I  cannot  pray Fdber.  440 

Alas  what  hourly  dangers  rise Mrs.  Steele.  548 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 190 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell Scotch  version.  101 

All  praise  to  the  Lamb,  accepted  I  am C.  Wesley.  845 

Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed  ? BecMome.  18 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? Watts.  417 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? C.  Wesley.  547 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail O.  Wesley.  846 

And  may  I  hope  that  when  no  more Swain.  842 

Appointed  by  thee,  we  meet  in  thy  name O.  Wesley.  503 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat Ccncper.  564 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise C.  Wesley.  595 

Arise,  my  soul,  to  Pisgah's  height 641 

As  God  leads  me  will  I  go Z.  Gedicke.  498 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep Mrs.  Machay.  579 

As  birds  their  infant  brood  protect Cowper.  83 

As  those  that  watch  for  the  day 886 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains Newton.  155 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home Toplady.  469 

At  every  motion  of  our  breath Montgomery.  258 

Awake  and  sing  the  song Hammond.  87 

Awake  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve Doddridge.  185 

Awake  my  soul  to  joyful  lays Medley.  405 

Awake,  ye  saints,  awake Coterill.  321 

Away  my  unbelieving  fear C.  Wesley.  183 


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Be  faithful  to  the  end 362 

Begone  unbelief. Kewton.  331 

Eehold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord Logan.  37S 

Behold  the  Saviour  at  thy  door 461 

Be  still  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares Newton.  524 

i'e  still  my  soul,  the  Lord  is  on  thy  side 157 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian 32S 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 4S9 

But  that  thou  art  my  wisdom.  Lord G.  Herbert.  525 

By  whom  was  David  taught  ? Cowper.  4 

Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven  '? 117 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 253 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground Windham,  262 

Christ  the  Lord  in  death-bonds  lay '. M.  Luther.  432 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies Toplady.  292 

Come,  children  !  on  ;   this  way Tersteegen.  224 

Come  forth !  come  on,  with  solemn  song I".  Sachse.  424 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  dove Browne.  266 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Let  thy Hart.  65 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come.  With Beddome.  276 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove Watts.  443 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast Jones.  373 

Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue,  Boll C.  Wedey.  257 

Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue.  With C.  Wesley.  213 

Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above, C.  Wesley.  396 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare Newton.  560 

Come,  O  thou  universal  Good C.  Wesley.  552 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast 209 

Come  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing Robinson.  418 

Cometh  sunshine  after  rain Paul  Gerhardt.  536 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain Montgomery.  145 

Come  to  the  morning  prayer Montgomery.  148 

Come  we  who  love  the  Lord Watts.  232 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched Hart.  514 

Could  the  creatures  help  or  ease  us Newton.  330 

Courage,  my  soul !  behold  the  prize Cowper.  240 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 83 

Dear  Lord,  though  bitter  is  the  cup 159 

Deathless  principle,  arise Toplady.  227 

Depth  of  mercy  I  can  there  be C.  Wesley.  460 

Does  the  gospel  word  proclaim Newton.  379 


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PA6B 

Eably,  my  God,  without  delay Watts.  124 

Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress Toplady.  593 

Encouraged  by  thy  word Newton.  590 

Fain  would  my  thoughts  fly  up  to  thee 408 

Faith  fails S.  C.  Schoener:  437 

Farewell,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu 50 

Far  from  these  scenes  of  night 2frs.  Steele.  304 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee Covcper.  234 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life MrK  Waring.  419 

Father,  into  thy  loving  hands 613 

Father  of  spirits,  hear  our  prayer Bond.  74 

Father,  whatever  of  earthly  bliss J/y.«.  Steele.  339 

Fear  not,  0  little  flock,  the  foe Altenhury.  253 

Fierce  passions  discompose  the  mind Cowper.  400 

Fighting  the  battle  of  life 550 

Fight  the  good  fight,  lay  hold. Montgomery.  201 

Flung  to  the  heedless  winds M.  Luther.  379 

Forever  with  the  Lord Montgomery.  628 

Friend  after  friend  departs Montgomery.  583 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows Hugh  Stowell.  72 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains Iltber.  407 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 562 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise Watts.  287 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken Newton.  83 

Glory  to  God  on  high 14E 

Glory  to  God  the  Father  be 518 

God  doth  not  leave  his  own 480 

God  is  my  strong  salvation Montgomery.  70 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints. Watts.  75 

God  liveth  ever ! Zihn.  528 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way Cowper.  217 

God  of  love,  who  hearest  prayer ?.  We«1ey.  205 

God  of  my  life,  thro'  all  its  days Doddridge.  354 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call Coicper.  182 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice Watts.  120 

God,  who  the  universe  doth  hold F.  Davison.  19 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane Montgomery.  535 

Grace,  how  exceeding  sweet  to  those 222 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound Doddridge.  165 

Gracious  Lord,  our  children  see Cowper.  409 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim Watt9.  422 

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630         Index   of   Fiust   Lines. 

PACK 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand Doddridge.  47;') 

Great  mysteiy.  I  do  behold 221 

Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah Oliver.  78 

Hail,  everlasting  spring Doddridge.  406 

Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus Wingrove.  235 

Hail  sovereign  love,  that  first  began Brewer.  8S 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Annointed Muvitgorjiiiry.  312 

Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  da.v Dr.  Bticon.  5S6 

Hallelujah !   Jesus  lives Be nj.  Shinolk.  4S(3 

Happiness,  thou  lovely  name Toplady.  454 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ending C.  Wesley.  369 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined C".  Wenley.  1 

Hark  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord Cowper.  208 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  say Qudxeorth.  98 

Hark !  the  voice  of  love  and  morc^' Francis.  26 

Health  is  a  jewel  dropt  from  heaven 470 

Heal  us,  Emmanuel,  here  M'e  are Owwper.  204 

Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken C&ioper.  381 

Heavenward  our  road  doth  lie 1 17 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ^VatU.  410 

He  lives,  the  great  Eedeemer  lives J//',s.  Steele.  264 

Here  am  I,  Lord !  thou  callest  me 209 

Here  is  my  heart !  my  God  I  give  it  tlieo Liedidi,.  462 

Here  the  Christian  meets  with  trials 457 

He  that  is  down,  needs  fear  no  fall Bunydu.  482 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  liglit Rajflea.  267 

Holy  Lord  God  !  I  love  thy  truth Ccncper.  45 

How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  0  Lord Addison.  307 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies JI/k.  Barbauld.  225 

How  can  I  sleep  while  angels  sing 38 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  tlie  Lord Kennedy.  207 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace O.  Wesley.  268 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies dfri^.  Steele  144 

How  lost  was  my  condition Newton.  137 

How  many  and  great  are  the  foes  which  infjst 416 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove WuttK.  590 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is W(iit.<!.  131 

How  shall  I  get  there  ?   who  will  aid  ? 52 

How  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth MaxwelL  882 

How  should  I  praise  thee,  Lord G.  Herbert.  353 

How  sweet  tl  ^  name  of  Jesus  sounds N&wton.  5 


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PAGE 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls Doddridge.  57 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours Newton.  95 

How  weak  the  thoughts  and  Yain 370 

I  AM  weary  of  straying 495 

I  asked  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow Newton.  14 

If  God  be  on  my  side Paul  Gerhardt.  106 

I  find  this  trouble  in  my  heart 573 

If  Jesus  is  ours,  we  have  a  true  fiit^nd Hammond.  91 

If  only  he  is  mine Novalis.  189 

If  the  Lord  our  leader  be Xeicton.  401 

If  thou  impart  thyself  to  me C.  }Vesle>/.  359 

I  journey  forth  rejoicing 543 

I  journey  thro'  a  desert  ilrear  and  wild JL  J.  D.  608 

I  know  in  whom  I  believe A.  II.  Kiemeyer.  12G 

I  know  it  is  my  sinne  which  locks  thine  eares  . .  G.  Ilerliert.  443 

I'll  not  leave  Jesus — never,  never  1 509 

I  long  to  behold  him  arrayed C.  Wesley.  545 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan 29S 

In  every  trying  hour Coombs.  479 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight Xeicton.  281 

Interval  of  grateful  shade Doddridge.  356 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation Pearce.  501 

In  the  mid  silence  of  the  voiceless  night 218 

In  themselves  as  weak  as  worms Xeicton.  149 

In  true  and  patient  hope C.  Wesley.  567 

In  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow    546 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God Watts.  603 

I  rest  with  thee.  Lord  !  whither  should  I  go A.  Moraht.  69 

It  is  not  death  to  die 611 

I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did Coxcper.  557 

I  was  a  grovelling  creature  once Cowper.  169 

I  worship  thee,  sweet  will  of  God Faher.  16 

I  would,  but  cannot  sing Xewtoii.  458 

I  would  not  live  alway Di\  Jltihlenberg.  558 

Jehovah  hath  said,  'tis  left  on  record Kent.  1S7 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 488 

Jesus,  at  thy  command Huntingdon.  609 

Jesus,  help  conquer  ! 161 

Jesus'  hour  is  not  yet  come Spitta.  27S 

Jesus,  I  come-to  thee Beman.  25 

Jesus,  if  still  the  same  thou  art C.  Wesley.  191 


632         Index   of   First   Lines. 

PAGE 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charuiiug  name Doddridge.  53 

Jesus,  imnioitnl  Kinir,  arise Burder.  302 

Jesus,  I  my  cro!>s  have  taken Lijte.  398 

Jesus  is  corae.  0  joy  heaven-lighted 2T.  Freylinghausen.  433 

Jesus,  lo\er  of  my  soul C.  Wesley.  570 

Jesus,  my  all.  to  heaven  is  gone Cennick.  464 

Jesus,  my  God,  my  All  in  all 146 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun Watts.  86 

Jesus,  still  lead  on  L.  von  Zinzendorf.  216 

Jesus,  sun  of  righteousness Knov.  von  Rosenmoth.  150 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee C.  Wesley.  604 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness J.  Wesley.  SO 

Join  all  the  glorious  names Watt.',.  178 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow Xeicton.  336 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea Charlotte  Elliott.  468 

King  Jesus  reign  for  ever  more 503 

King  of  glorie.  King  of  peace G.  ITerhert.  140 

Leave  all  to  God Anton  Ulrich.  186 

Let  love  weep Krummacher.  584 

Let  the  beasts  their  breath  resign 376 

Like  Israel,  Lord,  am  1 533 

Lo,  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending 244 

Look  Hj)  to  yonder  world 36 

Lord,  a  happy  child  of  thine ^^r^t.  Warivg.  256 

Lord,  can  a  helpless  worm  like  me 229 

Lord,  can  a  soul  like  mine 494 

Lord,  didst  thou  die,  but  not  for  me 272 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  i)rove Watts.  223 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin Watts.  439 

Lord,  I  delight  in  thee I'yland.  29 

Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace r.  Wesley.  47 

Lord,  it  belonss  not  to  my  care Baa'ter.  485 

Lord,  my  house  of  clay Ph.  Fr.  Ililier.  605 

Lord,  my  time';  are  in  thy  hand 596 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows Doddridge.  125 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above Watts.  180 

Lord,  shall  we  part  with  gold  for  dross 600 

Lord,  the  waves  are  breaking  o'er  me  and  around 367 

Lord,  thou  hast  bid  us  labour 230 

Lord,  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yitdd Nexcton.  1"' 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray         WattH.  7' 


Index    of   First   Lines.         G38 

PAGE 

Lord,  what  is  man  !  that  c)  ild  of  pride 265 

Love  divine,  all  love  exceLing 0.  Wedei/.      07 

Manna  to  Israel  well  supplied Xeicton.  195 

Mary  to  her  Saviour's  tomb Xeicton.  24 

Meet  again  !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again Jf.  A.  Zille.  5S1 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David Xeicton.  389 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  thee Ilohiri^on.  280 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee li.  Palmer.  3CG 

My  God,  I  am  thine C.  Wtdey.  527 

My  God,  I  know  full  well Bev}.  Sdimolk.  344 

My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet C/uiiiijtte  Elliott.  194 

My  God  is  with  rne  every  place ('.  F.  Zeller,  31 

My  God,  lo,  here  before  thy  face Drexoes.  429 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray Chuvlvite  Elliott.  15 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love Watts.  505 

My  God,  my  prayer  attend 200 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be, Watts.  210 

My  God,  whose  all-pervading  eye Daddiidge.  436 

My  God,  within  thy  hand Ph.  F.:  Ililler.  480 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 179 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! Schinolk.  555 

My  shepherd's  name  is  love Llaifield.  351 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard Heath.  13 

My  soul,  go  boldly  forth Baxter.  243 

My  soul,  now  arise 482 

My  sours  full  of  glory 606 

My  soul,  with  all  thy  wakened  powers Doddridge.  35 

My  spirit  longeth  for  thee Brydges.  130 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand 521 

My  will  would  like  a  life  of  ease 448 

Nat,  I  cannot  let  thee  go Xeictoyi.  276 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee Sarah  F.  Adams.  6 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more Watts.  132 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard Watts.  152 

No  shadows  yonder //  Bonar.  241 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts Watts.  137 

Not  always  on  the  journey 584 

Not  more  than  I  have  strength  to  bear 478 

Not  so  darkly,  not  so  deep Paul  Gerhardt.  58 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme Laugford.  62 

Now  from  tb  3  altar  of  our  hearts Mason.  549 


634         Index   of   First   Lines. 

PAGB 

Now  I  have  found  the  ground  whereon Roth.e.  487 

Now  I  live 805 

Now,  O  my  soul,  the  circling  sun 855 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone 510 

O  BEAUTIFUL  abode  of  earth Joh.  Franck.  233 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul Watts.  90 

O  cease,  my  wandering  soul 572 

O  eyes  that  are  weary 411 

O  faith,  thou  workest  miracles 128 

O  Father,  tho"  the  anxious  fear JZ/ss.  Barhnuld.  456 

O  foolish  heart,  be  still C.  F.  Gellert.  452 

O  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love 497 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 559 

O  for  a  heart  to  please  ray  God C.  Wesley.  44 

O  for  the  happy  days  gone  by Fuher.  293 

Oft  have  I  sat  in  secret  sighs Watts.  616 

O  God  of  Jacob,  by  whose  hand Doddridge.  871 

O  God,  thou  art  iny  God  alone Jfontr/omery.  87 

O  God,  unseen,  but  not  unknown Montgomery.  108 

O  had  I  an  angel's  harp  and  tongue 587 

0  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high 341 

O  happy  -oul^,  from  heaven  born 71 

Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God Cowper.  199 

Oh  Jesu?,  leave  not  me 523 

O  how  happy  are  they C.  Wesley.  499 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  word Cowper.  335 

O  how  narrow  is  the  way 445 

O  how  sweet  it  is  to  me 315 

O  how  the  thought  of  God  attracts 63 

Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone C.  Wesley.  375 

O  Israel,  who  is  like  to  thee 76 

O  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God 250 

O  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near C.  Wesley.  134 

O  Jesus,  life-lii,'ht  of  my  way 176 

O  look,  my  soul,  and  see 473 

O  Lord,  I  pray  thee  comfort  me 532 

0  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil Cowper.  415 

O  Lord,  turn  not  thy  face  away 8S7 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 425 

0  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness Faxocett.  141 

Once  the  dove,  by  Noah  sent 421 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought Carey.  2 


Index    of   First   Lines,         635 

PAGF 

One  prayer  I  have,  all  prayers  in  one Montgomery.  29( 

One  there  i.«,  above  all  others yeicton.  284 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand Siennett.  531 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God Montrjomery.  311 

O  tell  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store Gam^jolde.  178 

0  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways. WutU.  114 

O  Thou  from  whom  all  mercy  springs George  S(nidys  553 

0  Thou  that  hearest  prayer 193 

O  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith Toplady.  459 

O  Thou  that  would'st  not  have C.  Wedey.  261 

O  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight J.  Wesley.  490 

0  Time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh Scott.  115 

Our  blest  Eedeemer,  ere  he  breathed Lyte.  119 

Our  God,  our  Father,  with  us  stay Ltither.  82 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead C.  Wesley.  28 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit Miller.  3T9 

O  watchman,  will  the  night  of  sin Bidder ,  384 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 46 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found Montgomery.  542 

O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice Doddridge.  85 

Parting  soul !  the  floods  await  thee Edmesivn.  644 

Pass  away,  earthly  joy Mrs.  IT.  Bonar.  110 

People,  scattered  abroad 538 

Pilgrims  we  are,  to  Canaan  bound 572 

Poor  and  afflicted,  Lord,  are  thine 526 

Poor  heart  lament G.  Herbert.  493 

Poor,  weak,  and  worthless  though  I  am Newton.  539 

Prayer  an  answer  will  obtain Xewton.  374 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire Montgomery.  334 

Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey Hart.  323 

Prince  of  Peace,  control  my  will 496 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart Newton.    184 

Rejoice,  believer,  in  the  Lord 431 

Hejoice  evermore 291 

llejoice,  the  Lord  is  King C.  Wesley.  56 

liejoice,  ye  saints,  in  every  state 414 

Iteligion  bids  all  sin  depart 418 

Religion  is  a  glorious  treasure 220 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  s  retch  thy  wings 518 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me Toplady.  170 


636         Index    of   First   Lines. 

PAGK 

Safely  through  another  week Xeicton.  129 

Saviour  !  though  my  rebellious  will C'i<irl->tte  Ellictt.  3-10 

Saviour,  I  do  feel  thy  merit 351 

See  a  poor  sinner,  dearest  Lord Medleij.  592 

Servant  of  God,  Avell  done 2Iunt(j(>menj.  51 1 

Shall  I  not  trust  my  God ./  Oledriics.  200 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin Watts.  '2G2 

Shew  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord  forgive Watta.  22 

Sin  enslaved  me  many  years Cowper.  602 

Sing  praise !  the  tomb  is  void 618 

Sing,  sing  his  lofty  praise 278 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand ilontgomery.  61 

Sing  with  m--- !  sin^r  with  me  ! ■Zrwe-f  Ifogg.  79 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord Dt^ddrUJge,.  219 

Sinner  go,  will  you  go 301 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thj"  sleep 599 

Sinners !  turn,  why  will  ye  die /,'   Vi'edey.  116 

Sinner,  what  has  earth  to  sheM' 40 

Sleep  well,  thou  little  guest  of  earth 112 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise llookUis.  296 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises Coicper.  504 

Soon,  and  for  ever  ! J.  li.  Jfon-sell.  449 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad , .  166 

Source  of  all  good  to  which  I  as[)ire 322 

Source  of  my  life's  refreshing  springs 3/'«.  Waring.  99 

Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies 847 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed >. 24S 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord Montgomej-y,  198 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay C.  Wesley.  516 

Step  by  step  my  course  doth  tend J.  F.  von  Meyer.  610 

Strange  and  mysterious  is  my  life Xewton.  5SS 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne Tophury.  28 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 5o4 

Sweet  glories  rush  upon  my  sight 447 

Sweet  is  the  solace  of  thy  love Mm.  Warir.g.  470 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King Watt«.  92 

Sweet  Patience,  come ! 329 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt Xeidnn.  491 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King G.  Ilerhert.  319 

That  man  no  guard  nor  weapon  noe;ls Newton.  2S9 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high Coicper.  507 

The  countless  multitude  on  high 130 


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The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day W.  Scott.  131 

The  deluge,  at  the  Almighty's  call Doddridge.  41 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  strength  and  tower 39 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise OViver.  337 

The  God  of  harvest  praise Montgomery.  320 

The  gospel  comes  with  welcome  news 435 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord Watts.  314 

The  hour,  the  hour,  the  parting  hour 156 

The  kine  unguided  went Newton.  286 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 48 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is Watts.  158 

The  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want Scotch  'version.  254 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine Cowper.  563 

The  moment  a  sinner  believes 467 

The  more  the  cross,  the  nearer  heaven Schmolk.  238 

Then,  fainting  soul,  arise  and  sing Keble.  216 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love Watts.  139 

The  promises  I  sing Doddridge.  127 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood Cotcper.  172 

There  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies 390 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight Watts.  383 

There  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when J.  A.  Alexander.  465 

The  saints  should  never  be  dismayed Cowper.  98 

These  years  of  life 359 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high Addison.  840 

The  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said 188 

The  voice  of  free  grace 303 

The  way  seems  dark  about  me 160 

The  importance  of  a  sacred  rite 121 

Thou  All-suflicient  One ! Tersteegen.  60' 

Though  troubles  assail Newton.  808 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty C.  Wesley.  133 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead C.  Wesley.  444 

Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose C.  Wesley.  348 

Thou  restless  soul ! 100 

Thousands,  0  Lord  of  Hosts,  this  day Montgomery.  94 

Thou  seest  my  feebleness C.  Wesley.  271 

Thou  very  present  aid. C.  Wesley.  420 

Thou  who  didst  for  Peter's  faith Jane  Taylor.  576 

Thou  who  in  that  bitter  night Crraf.  Zinzendorf.  436 

Thou  whose  almighty  word Marriott.  247 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 277 

Through  all  the  various  shifting  scenes 894 

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Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path ILK.  Wliite  364 

Through  tribulations  deep 153 

Thus  far  my  God  hatb  led  me  on Watts  175 

Thy  mansion  is  the  Christian's  heart Coicper  185 

Thy  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song  . . .  Whitejield.  477 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord II.  Bonar.  77 

Thy  waj's,  O  Lord,  with  wise  design 7 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know Newton.  268 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come Watts  461 

'Tis  finished !  the  Messiah  dies C.  Wesley.  282 

'TIS  finished,  'tis  done ;  111 

'Tis  my  happiness  below Ccncper.  428 

'Tis  not  too  hard,  too  high  an  aim M.  LutJier.  568 

To-day  mine,  to-morrow  thine Benj.  Schmolk.  260 

Together  let  us  sweetly  live 454 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive Cowper.  122 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine DoOd ridge.  113 

To  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country An  AUbot  of  Clugni.  866 

To  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes 0.  Wesley.  520 

Tremble  not,  though  darkly  gather 558 

Until  thou  didst  comfort  me //.  VaugTuin.  565 

Unto  thine  altar,  Lord 146 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie Watts  50 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes. Watts.  105 

Vain  are  all  terrestrial  pleasures Ford.  212 

-  "Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 612 

AVeary  of  struggling  with  my  pain 576 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God C.  Wesley.  888 

We  journey  through  a  vale  of  tears Barton.  161 

Weep  not  for  a  brother  deceased C.  Wesley.  508 

Weep  not — Jesus  lives  on  high Benj.  Schmolk.  620 

We've  no  abiding  city  here Kelly.  365 

We  would  see  Jesus 522 

What  are  these  in  bright  array Jlontgomery.  622 

What  cheering  words  are  these Kent.  96 

Whatever  God  does  is  well N.  ScJimolk.  266 

What  have  I  in  this  barren  land 211 

What  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope C.  Wesley.  68 

What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  i)rice Montgomery.  259 

What  must  it  be  to  dwell  above 678 


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What  no  human  eye  hath  seen Lange.  214 

What  poor  despised  company 78 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God Watts.  318 

What  strange  perplexities  arise Pres.  Dames.  66 

What  think  you  of  Christ Newton.  20 

What  tho'  my  frail  eyelids  refuse Toplady.  316 

What  thousands  never  knew  the  road Cowper.  300 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet Cowper.  566 

What  within  me  and  without A.  H.  Francke.  196 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God Addison.  163 

When  any  turn  from  Zion"s  way Xewton.  597 

Whence  doth  come  my  peace,  my  joy 615 

When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind Cowper.  171 

When,  g'acious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be C.  Wesley.  413 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear Watts.  82 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God Mrs.  Conder.  327 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross Watts.  204 

When  languor  and  disease  invade Toplady.  392 

When  morn  awakes  our  hearts 395 

When  shall  I  see  the  day 580 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose Edmestone.  192 

When  this  passing  world  is  done M'Cheyne.  42 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise Mrs.  Steele.  29 

While  I  lived  without  the  Lord Newton.  471 

While  others  pray  for  grace  to  die 274 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim,  stranger 598 

Who  can  the  thoughts  conceive 348 

Who  seeks  in  weakness  an  excuse Marperger.  287 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn Watts.  54 

Who  sings  with  such  rejoicing 102 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends Watte.  242 

Why  haltest  thus,  deluded  heart Lehr.  269 

Why,  O  my  soul,  these  gloomy  fears 236 

Why  pour'st  thou  forth  thine  anxious  plaint 297 

Why  should  I  fear  the  darkest  hour Newton.  55 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die Wa;tt8.  226 

Why  thus  impatient  to  be  gone 496 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels  now Beddome.  31 

Yea,  my  spirit  fain  would  sink Winkler.  404 

Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne. .  .Maria  de  Fleury.  861 

Ye  golden  lam ps  of  heaven ,  farewell Doddridge.  228 

Ye  holy  angels  bright Baxter.  8 


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Yes,  our  Shepherd  leads  with  gentle  hand  ..  .Kvumniachef.  97 

Yes,  since  God  himself  hath  said  it Newton.  517 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears Beddome.  619 

Ye  visions  bright,  of  heavenly  birth 246 

Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven 437 

Tour  harps,  ye  trembling  saints Toplady.  824 


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